Dragon Clan Lewd Soldiers

Prologue: A Storm is Brewing

On the ancient continent of Altera, humans, elves, monsters, and a black dragon each occupied their own territory. Decades ago, the black dragon led an army of monsters in an attempt to conquer the entire continent. Humans and elves joined forces in a moment of crisis, shattering the black dragon's ambitions. The

defeated black dragon slumbered deep within the Dark Valley.

Peace was short-lived; humans and elves were embroiled in an endless war for territory. Humanity was also divided by the conflict between priests and mages; the priests served the royal family of Holy Paradise, while the mages remained independent in the Lotus Swamp.

They were unaware of the brewing storm.

But Princess Nelwin, the elf, sensed that the black dragon and monsters would inevitably return, and she believed that elves and humans must put aside their grudges and form an alliance once more.

She had already begun to act.

At the border between the elven and human kingdoms, three beautiful figures moved swiftly beneath the red maple trees, leaping across the vast, rocky ground with the agility characteristic of elves.

"Something feels off," Princess Nelwin stopped, frowning. A gold-inlaid crystal headdress adorned her silky golden hair, and she wore a pale green narrow dress with gold trim that accentuated her curves, paired with light green high-heeled boots with gold trim—the traditional attire of the elves. Holding a longbow, her distinctive pointed ears alertly monitored the surroundings. Her bright eyes closely observed everything around her.

"It's certainly strange..." one of her companions mused. "But that's impossible! Who would know we're here..." In the blink of an eye, a cry of pain rang out beside them, and another elven archer fell to the ground.

A crossbow bolt, radiating an evil aura, was embedded in her back.

A dark shadow swept past from behind a massive red maple tree, startling the two, who whirled around.

Lia frowned, her eyes sharp, as a black arrow grazed her face. With a nimble sidestep, Lia leaped, her golden braids flowing, and her folding bow opened, nocking an arrow mid-air.

Nelwin also swiftly sidestepped, dodging the black arrow that grazed his face, and raised his longbow.

Two elven arrows were fired simultaneously.

Upon hitting their target, the figure transformed into a purplish-black mist, then reappeared above. Meanwhile, Nelvin and Lia continued firing their arrows, the dark figure constantly dodging.

Arrows flew relentlessly. Finally, after Nelvin's feint, a charged sword strike struck the shadowy figure.

Nelvin lowered her bow, her eyes narrowing. In her yellow pupils, the arrow had already pierced the shadow's body the moment it hit the ground, countless wisps of black energy slowly rising and dissipating.

Nelvin stared at the shadow, which stirred, straightening itself, its voice eerie yet alluring: "Looks like you haven't improved much, my princess." As it spoke, the black mist suddenly dispersed, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. Its entire body was black, even its long, pointed ears were dark.

"It's Elena!" Nelvin exclaimed in surprise.

"Elena?" Lia was also taken aback. "Wasn't that traitor already banished?!" Elena gripped the arrow, black mist swirling around it. The arrow was quickly corroded and dissipated like the black mist. She then vanished in a wisp of black mist.

"Traitor? This world isn't black and white..." Elena appeared ghost-like behind Lia.

Lia couldn't help but shudder, a chill rising from her back. Instinctively, she swung her elbow backward, but Elena, as if anticipating her move, leaped and landed on a protruding rock in front of her, her back to the two of them, only a wisp of gray hair fluttering behind her.

"When I rule the continent of Altera..."

"...become the supreme king of this continent, who...is the traitor?" "Stop dreaming, traitor!" Nelvin pointed an arrow at Elena.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm..." Elena laughed. "Hard as a rock." "I've changed my mind. I'll make you stubbornly live on..." "Until you understand the changing times...no one can resist it..." Elena vanished into thin air, turning into a purplish-black mist.

The two remaining women, lost in thought, prepared to bury their fallen companion when they were astonished to find...the body was gone!!!

In a forest dozens of miles away, a man with a dark red undershirt and a long black robe with gold patterns, his beard unkempt, stood. He carried an exaggerated runic stone sword on his back, its blade wrapped in black iron chains. And on his shoulder was a person.

It was the female elf who had been shot dead earlier.

"A rare elf...what a pity..." The man caressed and kneaded the female elf's entire body, stripping her of her clothes. To be honest, the elf's figure was truly amazing. Her breasts weren't large, but they still felt firm and elastic to the touch. Her legs were white and slender, and remarkably, the inner thighs were also exceptionally thin. Her buttocks were pert and round.

The man unbuckled his belt and pressed himself against the female elf, placing one of her slender legs on his shoulder. He aimed his erect penis at her vulva, and with astonishing hardness, he slowly writhed until he touched a thin membrane. With a forceful thrust, he brutally pierced that membrane, and the elf's virgin blood gushed out with each stroke, her purity carrying a sweet fragrance. As the initial redness gradually evened and drops of adrenaline leaked from his penis, the thrusting became smoother.

"Ugh, oh… I didn't expect her to die while still a virgin… what a pity… ah… as expected… an elf's virgin vagina… so… tight…" He played with her firm, elastic breasts as he thrust.

The man flipped the elf over, grabbing her slender waist with both hands, and thrust again, each stroke slamming into her white, plump buttocks with extreme force and brutality. With each impact, her body silently endured like a doll.

Each thrust reached its deepest point, watching the elf's white buttocks deform under his hands and the impact, which excited him even more. Virgin blood seeped out, flowing down her thighs. He continued this frenzied thrusting for over ten minutes, growing increasingly excited, until finally, he released his pent-up desire, pressing tightly against her soft buttocks and ejaculating a thick stream of semen into the elf's womb.

The man withdrew his slightly erect penis and tucked it back into his trousers.

He dug a large pit under a big tree, buried the elf, and erected a stone tablet before the grave. Then, he picked up his stone sword, slung it over his shoulder, and headed towards the Sacred Paradise.

A ray of sunlight shone through the leaves onto the stone tablet, revealing in the lower right corner the inscription: "Gravedigger Dragon Calamity—Jenos."

Chapter One: The Elf Blossoms.

"Dragon Calamity"—Jenos, was a top warrior of Altera. It was said that he once single-handedly stormed the Black Dragon's lair, and countless monsters had fallen to his sword.

Now, sensing the signs of the Black Dragon's impending resurgence, he is traveling alone to the Sacred Paradise to meet with the heroes. During the discussions, he remains silent. Everyone assumes he is simply aloof, but in reality, after seeing the elven princess Nelwin and her attendant Lia, the ranger Argenta, and the sorcerer Karach, he has been secretly devising a plan.

They ultimately agree to eliminate the Black Dragon through a pincer attack.

Led by the blond ranger Geraint, the "Dragon Raid" squad will consist of his sister Argenta, Princess Nelwin (leader of the Silver Crescent Archers) and her attendant Lia, the sorcerer Karach, the mercenary king Barna and his disciple Lambert, the kingdom's priest Tramay, the royal guard knight Beskold, and "Dragon Calamity" Genos, and will launch a surprise attack on the slumbering Black Dragon from behind Dark Valley.

Meanwhile, the combined human and elven forces will attack the monster army from the front.

The original plan was to take Barna's airship directly to the Black Dragon's back gate, but they were struck by lightning midway, and in the chaos, Lambert accidentally cut the rudder off with his sword, causing the airship to plummet to the ground.

The dragon-slaying team deviated from their original route, and since they could no longer use the airship, their progress on foot was greatly slowed down.

Fortunately, according to the map passed down through generations of the Nelvin family, the Lost Path was nearby, its end leading to the back of Black Dragon Valley.

The Lost Path was extremely treacherous and had been abandoned for a long time.

However, in order to arrive in time, the group decided to take this shortcut.

This was a ruin where time had been forgotten, the place where the war between humans and elves began. Fifty years had passed, and the spirits and hatred remained imprisoned there. The group had initially planned to bypass this place.

"We can't waste any more time!" Genos said fearlessly, walking straight in.

The others looked at each other, helpless, and followed.

Everywhere were the souls of elves. Elves depend on sunlight for survival, and this place, shrouded in darkness for so long, had lost their way.

"Hehehehehehe..." At this moment, a piercing laugh echoed through the air.

"It's been such a long, long time since I've seen a living person..."

"It's a long-tongued bat!!!" the group exclaimed in surprise.

"A long-tongued bat?" Only Lambert was bewildered.

"We can't use force, we have to bribe it!"

The long-tongued bat flicked its tongue and fluttered about. "What a bizarre combination..." "Humans and elves are together, charlatans and witches are getting along, and there's something strange among you..." "You are..." When it looked at Genos, its face showed surprise, but Genos had already charged forward.

"Genos!"

Kaiser was as fast as lightning, swinging his huge stone sword, the blood-red runes on it emitting a blinding red light! The giant sword stirred up a violent hurricane, forcibly pulling the long-tongued bat, which was trying to escape, into its blade. In an instant, it was shredded to pieces by the sword energy.

The others were also blown off balance by the sword wind, marveling at Genos's power. Geraint wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Genos glanced at the dark figure in the distance behind him, and from an angle no one was watching, the corner of his mouth curled up.

That night, the group camped in a valley covered with flowers and grass, and Genos invited Lia out.

"What do you want from me...?" Lia looked down at her toes, her hands behind her back. She knew her face was already bright red.

"You know, just like you thought." Genos reached out to stroke her face, then heard a soft moan. He lifted her chin, pulling her face up to look at him.

Lia before him was breathtaking; her golden bangs and ponytail, her fair, round face flushed red. Her large, emerald-green eyes were fixed on Genos's face.

This human captivated her. What a powerful warrior he was! A legendary hero, the one who vanquished countless black dragons and monsters. Every young girl harbors a dream of a hero.

Genos grabbed her waist, pulling her down onto him, embracing her soft waist, and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Genos...you...you can't do this...please don't..." The girl, not yet completely lost in herself, tugged at his clothes, trying to sit up, her head swaying from side to side, her lips pursed.

"Lia, I love you." Three words she'd never heard before whispered in the arms of the man she loved. The girl's body went limp, as if under a spell.

Their lips met, and Lia's eyes snapped open. Completely bewildered by her first kiss, she could only slightly open her mouth, letting the man's tongue swirl and play with her lips and tongue. "Is this what kissing is? It's so wonderful..." Her last vestiges of consciousness vanished with the movement of their tongues, her mind blank.

Genos held her slender waist, inhaling her sweet scent, and pressed her against a large rock.

The girl's legs instinctively clamped around the man's waist.

Genos began to lick and kiss her smooth neck, his hands kneading her small, well-developed breasts through her clothes.

"Ah, Genos, I...I...it feels so strange...ah..." Lia's eyes were completely glazed, her small face flushed, and she breathed heavily. Head thrown back against the giant rock, hands clasped around Genos's head.

One hand unbuckled his belt, and his large penis sprang out, plunging into the girl's skirt, aiming straight for her private parts.

"Little Lia, your body is so amazing—I love you so much..." Genos's glans rubbed against her labia through her panties, and even this pleasure made Lia moan softly.

"Ugh..."

In just a few moments, Lia had her first orgasm. The cute girl leaned her head on his shoulder, her face flushed and panting.

Stimulated by the warmth seeping from her panties, her long-suppressed desire erupted. He pulled down Lia's panties with his right hand, thrusting his hips forward, his hard penis plunging into her body, hitting the thin membrane. With another powerful thrust, he penetrated most of it.

Her hymen ruptured, and bright red virgin blood flowed down Lia's smooth thighs.

"Ah!" The girl's body jerked upwards, trying to break free. Her hands, which had been tightly clutching Genos's head, tried to push him away, weakly pushing against his shoulders. A sudden pain brought tears to her eyes. Although there was an unexpected fullness, she hadn't anticipated this kind of pain!

An elf's life is long, and most are female. Elven reproduction can occur through the Tree of Life, not necessarily through sexual intercourse. Therefore, many elves remain virgins throughout their lives.

However, Genos's heart was completely consumed by savagery. He pinned down Lia's small hands with both, and with his powerful waist, he relentlessly pounded against Lia's pubic bone.

A storm of penetration followed, the speed and force increasing with each thrust. Watching his penis thrust in and out of Lia's vagina, her delicate labia flipping with each stroke, their fluids splattering all over the rock. Lia's golden pubic hair rubbed against Genos's black pubic hair, her beautiful legs extending from either side of Genos's waist, swinging in mid-air with each thrust.

Lia's eyes rolled back, her mouth open, her tongue darting about, her hands pushing against Genos's shoulders. Although the pleasure radiating from her lower body made her mind go blank, Genos's rough treatment still terrified her. "Ah...ah...ah...Genos...gently...ah...gently...ah...ah...no...ah...woo..." Tears welled in Lia's eyes.

Genos was in the throes of lust, interested only in her body, without much real feeling. The thrusting of his penis didn't lessen at all. Suddenly, Lia clung tightly to Genos, her beautiful legs clamping around his waist. Then came an intense spasm. "Ah...I...I...can't take it anymore..." Lia climaxed again, spraying onto his sensitive glans.

His penis, swollen to its limit, also began to convulse, powerful semen shooting out as if piercing through Lia.

"Ah!...Ugh...!" Before the first orgasm had completely subsided, the second wave followed. Just as she was about to cry out, her lips were silenced again.

After they both recovered, Genos pulled up his pants and looked at Lia with a smile. Genos had deliberately smeared their love juices on her panties, and now Lia's face was covered in sweat, a few strands of girlish downy hair sticking to her face, creating a beautiful scene against her flushed cheeks.

Lia silently straightened her clothes, reluctantly putting on her panties stained with love fluid. Her gaze towards Genos held a mixture of resentment, fear, and unreadable emotions. For the next few days, she avoided Genos. Leading the way at the front of the group, she began to interact more with Lambert, a fellow apprentice of Barna, who was about the same age (judging by appearance). Lambert often found topics to chat with Lia. Genos, meanwhile, silently walked at the back, indifferent to Lambert. "Damn it

," he thought, "I've already taken her virginity. What's the use of anything else?"

Genos silently admired the figures of the beautiful women in the group at the back, pondering something.

Chapter Two: The Tragedy of the Ice Valley

Tomorrow is the night of the new moon, and for some reason, Argenta is restless and feels very uneasy... The world is covered in ice and snow, a vast expanse of white, with snow falling continuously.

"Hey... hurry, hurry up, don't hold us back!"

"Teacher, I can't feel my legs anymore..."

Just as Lambert was about to collapse, a tall, straight ice wall blocked their path, but the map showed that the entrance was here.

"It should be nearby..." Geraint felt around on the ice wall.

"It's here! Found it! The entrance is here!" Geraint rushed towards a certain ice wall with an unusual expression, excitedly throwing away the surface snow.

Argenta quickly stepped forward to pull Geraint away. Karach, staff in hand, strode forward, patting his shoulder, "Leave the rough work to me—" A flash of red light appeared on the staff, and Karach swung it around, slamming the base firmly onto the ice. The surrounding snow instantly turned into steam, spreading outwards, revealing strange markings on the ice wall.

"The Battle of the Three Dragons?! The legendary symbol of the dragon race…"

"It seems some kind of power is sealed within," Tramai added.

An ancient, evil, immortal power!

Even though they both intended to detour, Geraint said, "Dawn is approaching. To make it on time, we must pass through here!" Geraint stepped forward, placing his right hand on the ice.

Suddenly, the ice wall cracked open, transforming into a magnificent chasm.

As the group entered the valley, Karach and Beskord questioned Geraint's actions. Just as Geraint was trying to deflect blame by acting as a mechanism button, a group of goblin-like wizards riding dragons (wargs) attacked them.

These were the guardians of the dragon race!

Beskord felled a guardian's staff, which then emitted a blinding beam of light, causing the valley to collapse!

The group struggled to escape. Tramai raised his staff and blasted the exit shut. "Get out of the way! They're coming out! We have to seal this place!!!" "No! Wait! Geraint and the others are still inside!" "Tramai did the right thing..." At that moment, Argenta helped Geraint out, while Genos and Karach were still inside... In the icy valley, purple and red silk fabrics were scattered everywhere. Karach, disheveled, was pinned to the ground by Genos. Her staff was gone, her head was pinned to the ground by one hand, her hands were held by another, and she was kneeling on the ground, her plump buttocks raised high.

"No! Genos, what are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" In the chaos, Karaqiu and Genos were trapped in the icy valley, and Genos seized the opportunity to attack her. Karaqiu struggled desperately, but how could a mage without a staff be a match for a swordsman?

A "spear" sprang out and pressed against Karaqiu's fair, full, and soft buttocks. Karaqiu was a mage, her body extracted from magical elements, unlike the slender elves, she was curvaceous, with snow-white and soft skin, the kind of figure that was plump in the right places and slender in the right places.

Smelling her faint body fragrance and feeling her soft fullness, Genos became more and more excited, his dragon root already hard as iron and burning hot. Genos kept rubbing his dragon root against Karaqiu's soft, upturned buttocks.

"Ah! No, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to come in!!!" His penis pressed against her swollen labia, twisting and thrusting forward.

Karachu felt Genos's movements, clenching her lower body and twisting her hips, trying to free herself from his penis.

But with her movements, Genos's penis only grew harder, and the force of his thrusts gradually increased. Thud!

The glans was already inside, and Karachu's movements were no longer an option. Genos released her hands and began to probe her sensitive spots, and her lower body could no longer clench.

With a scream, the raging dragon forcefully thrust into Karachu's body.

When the dragon's root was pulled out, it was covered in bright red blood.

"Hehehe... she really is a virgin! I've struck gold!"

Karachu's head was held down, unable to move, tears streaming helplessly from her eyes. Her body no longer resisted, only suffering with Genos's rough and powerful thrusts. A few strands of maroon hair were stuck to her face with tears, making her look extremely pitiful.

It must be said that Karaqiu's buttocks were absolutely perfect. Her two fleshy buttocks were like ripe peaches, large and round, displaying a beautiful curve, and incredibly white. Each time his waist thrust, her buttocks would flatten out, only to spring back to their rounded shape when he released them. Beneath her buttocks was a narrow, secluded valley, and on her snow-white flesh, his own penis was moving in and out.

Watching Karaqiu from her doggy-style position gave him a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

Although Karaqiu was filled with sorrow, her body, in order to adapt to the man's brutal demands, began to secrete fluid from her vagina.

Genos's waist slammed hard against her buttocks, ravaging her cavity.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Semen continuously flowed from his penis, gradually filling her cavity and uterus.

"Ugh..."

"Ah—that feels so good! Karach, you'll get pregnant with my child—" Genos whispered in her ear, licking her neck with his tongue, taking a deep breath of her hair. It smelled wonderful, a uniquely feminine scent.

Genos, like a strong male beast raping a female dog, pressed his entire body against Karach, holding her slender waist, his lower body thrusting in and out repeatedly.

Karach gradually stopped crying, her eyes becoming unfocused, letting Genos manipulate and control her at will. The once proud magician was being penetrated in all sorts of shameful positions. Even when Genos thrust his penis into her anus, she only let out a muffled groan, then let him thrust in and out without resistance, making soft moaning sounds.

"From now on, you'll be my mount, understand?" Genos patted her little face, riding on her, frolicking wildly behind her.

"..."

Seeing that Karach had already collapsed, Genos smiled, turned her face to the side with one hand, and began to suck on her small mouth from behind. Her smooth tongue was being teased with great pleasure, her breath spraying on Genos's face, her nose making panting sounds.

"Mmm..."

One hand vigorously kneaded Karach's full breasts from behind. For a virgin who hadn't been deflowered, her breasts were quite full. Moreover, they were even softer than her buttocks, which would definitely be wonderful for milk cannons.

"Uh—I came again..." The penis exploded in Karach's anus, and semen gushed into her rectum. This woman was really not comparable to a girl like Lia.

Although Karach wasn't particularly outstanding in terms of appearance alone, elves, although beautiful, were mostly slender because most elves were born from the Tree of Life, and someone like Karach was truly a rare gem. As a proud mage herself, even if she could have sex, she would play the role of a queen. Now, the best of the best magicians was being manipulated at will, her body mature, tender, and juicy, making for incredibly pleasurable penetration.

What a satisfying sex toy!

Pulling out his penis, a large amount of fluid flowed out. Genos laid Karaqiu flat on the ground, kneeling on her chest, and moved his penis against her left breast, instantly regaining its erection. He grasped Karaqiu's two small hands, clamping his penis between her breasts.

Ah! What wonderful softness!!! Uh!

Two soft mounds of flesh enveloped the penis. Due to the sticky fluid on the penis, Karachu's fragrant sweat, and the softness of her breasts, the movements of her hips produced a sizzling sound, a lewd sound that amplified the pleasure.

"Hehehe, Karachu, what's that between your pure breasts?" "..." Although he knew she wouldn't answer, defiling the breasts of this clean-loving magician provided a satisfying release for his destructive desires.

He pulled the penis out and pressed it hard against her nipples, Karachu's breasts sinking deeper with the pressure.

"Ugh!" Her snow-white breasts were covered in semen.

After ejaculating countless times, Genos sat on a rock, Karachu, disheveled, nestled between his legs, swallowing and spitting. Genos grabbed Karachu's maroon hair, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.

"Gurgle...gurgle...plop...plop...mmm gurgle...gurgle...gurgle...gurgle...plop..." Karach's eyes were vacant, instinctively receiving Genos's penis, her lips, smeared with purplish-red lip gloss, being thrust in and out of the thick, long shaft. Karach

completely lost the ability to think.

The image of the penis tip appeared on her fair face, being played with like a sex toy, being used inside her mouth.

The entire penis was completely swallowed, rubbing against her soft tongue and oral mucosa.

"Mmm gurgle! Ugh plop! Huff gurgle! Mmm gurgle! Ugh ugh ugh ugh! Huff gurgle! Ugh plop! Ugh ugh ugh ugh gurgle!" "Ah!!!" With a thrust of his hips, semen suddenly and violently spurted out of Karach's mouth.

" Waaaaaahh

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