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Lyanna's heart fluttered with giddy hope for exactly two seconds before her expression darkened into something sour and stubborn.
'Want... money?' she repeated incredulously in her mind, her clawed fingers twitching slightly.
'That doesn't happen! Not for a proud dragoness like her!'
But then she looked into my face—into the calm, determined, utterly immovable look I wore—and her heart sank.
This guy...
This terrifying, magnificent brute...
He absolutely wouldn't back down from this.
Lyanna ground her sharp teeth, thinking hard, her tail flicking irritably behind her. Then, after a few moments of heavy silence, a glint of mischief sparkled in her golden eyes. She sauntered closer, voice low and silken as honey.
"Let's do this," she purred, her tone dipping into something sultry and enticing. "Instead of rent... how about mating?"
"Are you serious?"
Hearing this, I looked at Lyanna from top to bottom.
Her scales shimmered in the dim light as she leaned forward provocatively. "I remember that your dragon age is over twenty-five. You're a fine young black dragon now... a teenager already ripe for taking mates. Surely you'll be needing a female's company soon enough?"
She licked her lips slowly, sensually, letting the idea hang between them like forbidden fruit.
Hearing her outrageous suggestion, my eyes involuntarily swept over her from top to bottom. It was impossible not to.
Although Lyanna was leaner than most, her beauty was undeniable. The pair of wicked gray dragon horns that curved elegantly forward from her crown, the sleek black scales that hugged tightly to the sharp, refined bones of her face, the bone spurs piercing through the surface of her arms and back—all of it spoke to the savage, ruthless beauty of a black dragoness at her prime.
In fact, Lyanna is also an absolute beauty in her transformed human form of copycat Scathach.
She was a vision crafted for sin.
She stood nearly 2.5 meters tall, her long, powerful legs and thick thighs supporting a frame that was both athletic and seductively curvaceous. Her chest—generous and proud—pushed the limits of any garment, her E-cup proportions defying her otherwise toned build. She was an extremely beautiful woman, her body proportions bordering on perfection. Her fiery purple hair tumbled in wild waves down her back, while her predatory, hooded yellow eyes could have melted glaciers. She wore a full-body outfit that clung to her form, boldly highlighting every curve.
She was beautiful. No, she was devastating.
And damn it, she knew it.
I narrowed my eyes and rumbled, "Let me think about it." My deep voice reverberated through the Dragon Pond, carrying the weight of command. "But until then... we'll address that matter later." I shifted my massive bulk slightly, the water swirling at my movement. "You need not concern yourself with rent. Instead, seek out Skye. Tell him I have allowed you to claim a territory no larger than 100,000 square kilometers in the western Dark Forest to establish your nest."
Without giving her another chance to argue, I waved a massive claw in a gesture of dismissal, ordering her departure.
But even as she reluctantly turned away, I caught the subtle flicker of hurt and frustration flash across her yellow eyes. My own expression—cold, controlled—briefly cracked, betraying a hint of something raw beneath the surface.
A flash of conflict, perhaps... or maybe something closer to humiliation.
Lyanna caught it.
Of course she caught it.
Her keen instincts, honed over centuries, missed nothing.
Her jaw clenched, and then, with a slow, serpentine grace, she turned back around.
"You stubborn brute," she hissed under her breath, her voice thick with a mixture of irritation and a wild, reckless desire.
This time, she dropped all pretense.
With deliberate slowness, Lyanna's body shimmered, her draconic form melting seamlessly into her human guise.
And what a sight it was.
Barely clothed in a skin-tight battle outfit of dragonweave silk, crafted in the style of ancient warriors, Lyanna advanced on me with a gait that was pure seduction. The dark, shimmering material clung desperately to her voluptuous figure, accentuating every curve while offering only the illusion of modesty that was getting wet from water vapor.
Her hips rolled with every step, each movement calculated to provoke, to ignite, to burn.
Her long, muscled thighs gleamed with a faint sheen of moisture, and her heavy, glorious breasts strained against the fabric, the outlines teasingly visible beneath the wet cloth.
And she saw it.
She saw the way my red slit pupils dilated at the sight.
She saw the way my tail twitched once in agitation.
She saw the way the water around me stirred with the slow, inevitable rise of suppressed emotion.
It was working.
A slow, wicked smile curled her luscious lips as she approached even closer, until I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"You know," she whispered, her voice like velvet dragging across my scales, "I could be a very, very good mate."
She leaned in, her breath brushing against my snout, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with promise. "Imagine... what it would be like to have me warming your lair every night. Loyal. Submissive... only to you."
I said nothing.
I did nothing.
But the slow tension rising in my frame, the subtle, dangerous tightening of my claws against the stone, the barely noticeable shift of my wings... all betrayed me.
Inside, Lyanna's thoughts burned wild.
She was really trying her best to impress him, as today she truly saw a better future for herself.
He is a legendary dragon, so powerful, and it has only been twenty years since he became so strong. He will definitely become even more powerful in the future. If nothing unexpected happens, this Tal material world will become his territory. And for those Astral Dragon species, this is nothing— even the gods can't do anything against grown-up Astral Dragons. They are among the most powerful creatures in the star realms.
Her son's territory in the future would definitely span countless planes, like the Mind Sucker Empire. Countless creatures would have to bow down to him. The way he made her feel powerful and healed her hidden injuries just now was also quite astonishing. He may make her even stronger in the future. Like he did with his dependents.
She already thought of one way: her profession as a Mountain Believer consumed a lot of spirit power, causing her to become exhausted quickly when she practiced it, thus requiring her to sleep often to recover. But just now, even by spending a few minutes in his aura, she felt her spirit recovering rapidly.
He will rule countless planes one day, she thought feverishly.
Imagine how spectacular it would be to follow him, to become his mate, and to notify countless planes in the future? Wouldn't there be all kinds of treasures by then!
When she first came in, she had clearly seen how powerful the followers under her son were—some even far stronger than her—and she would be able to command them in the future as the First Mate! With her son as her backer, her safety would be guaranteed, and these were all unimaginable benefits!
He is already a legend, his strength surging so rapidly it defied logic. If she could bind herself to him now, if she could become his First Mate...
Visions swam before her greedy, yellow eyes:
Treasures piled high enough to bury mountains.
Flocks of dragons kneeling before her.
Planes conquered in his name.
And herself, glorious and resplendent at his side, the undisputed First Queen of his empire.
Even now, simply by basking in the aura radiating from him, her own latent injuries had healed, and her spirit energies were rejuvenating faster than any spell or potion could ever hope to achieve.
Power.
Security.
Glory.
All of it within reach.
Lyanna practically quivered with the intensity of her ambition—and her desire.
She pressed closer, her soft, perfumed skin brushing against my armored foreleg, a shameless invitation.
Still, I did not move.
I did not speak.
I merely stared down at her with a frigid, merciless gaze, the battle raging silently within me.
The temperature between us climbed.
The pond itself seemed to hold its breath.
"..."
And then, before her sultry provocations could push me into a decision I might like too mcub, the Any Door shimmered into existence behind her—a swirling portal of escape or exile.
In one swift, decisive motion, my claw lashed out.
A sharp cry of surprise tore from Lyanna's throat as she was swept off her feet and hurled backward, tumbling gracelessly into the portal.
The last thing I saw was her furious, frustrated, and outrageously beautiful face before the Any Door snapped shut with a resounding boom, leaving nothing but stillness in its wake.
For a few heartbeats, silence reigned.
Then, with a splash of water and the soft, melodic footsteps of a dragon maid entering the hall, the Dragon Pond stirred back to life, its waters once more humming with the quiet, joyous song of magic.
But the scent of Lyanna's desperate, shameless ambition—and her burning desire—still lingered heavily in the air, clinging to the stones like an invisible brand.
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Over there, within the bustling heart of the City of Monsters, the dragoness who had been violently hurled through the 'Any Door' and cast into this chaotic realm stood in stunned silence for a brief heartbeat. Then, the shock gave way to an overwhelming surge of seething rage and smoldering desire. Her yellow eyes flared brightly, and her claws curled with barely restrained emotion as her voluptuous figure quivered—not with fear, but with a wild, unrelenting hunger.
"What's holding you back, you stubborn brute?" she asked, her tone laced with displeasure.
There was no way she would allow herself to lose this precious opportunity. No matter the laws, no matter the blood that bound them, she had made up her mind: she would claim him. She would make herself his mate, his first queen.
With a sultry sway of her hips and a wicked gleam dancing in her eyes, she stalked toward the Black Castle once more, determined to push aside any hesitation. She wouldn't just argue with her unruly son—oh no—she would overwhelm him, drown him in her endless allure until no part of him could resist.
Her heart pounded with anticipation, and a sly smile curled her lush lips. Her steps grew more provocative with every stride, each movement a symphony of temptation designed to entice and ensnare. The arch of her back, the tantalizing way her abundant curves strained against her tight-fitting attire—every gesture was a weapon, every glance a trap.
A slow, sultry smile curved her lips. The hunt was far from over.
And it was working.
She could feel it.
She could see it.
During her earlier playful provocations, she had caught glimpses of her son's wavering defenses, the crackling tension in the air, the way his gaze betrayed forbidden hunger before he ripped it away. She still had her magic. She still had her power. And she would use every bit of it without shame.
And in that moment, her son's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively, her heart racing wildly in her chest.
Oh, she would have him.
Not by force.
But by drowning him in a fever of lust and passion so intense that he would fall into her arms willingly, begging to conquer her.
Just as she was about to sashay into the Black Castle again, ready to unleash her full arsenal of seduction, her sharp eyes caught a sudden movement—
A tall, imposing black shadow emerged from below, cutting through the misty air like a blade. His form was powerful, commanding, radiating a pressure so tangible that even from hundreds of meters away, she could feel it prickling against her sensitive skin.
He stood atop one of the soaring towers of the Black Castle, a dark, majestic figure.
"Great Lady, Queen of Darkness, my master asked me to discuss territory issues with you in detail."
The tall black figure revealed his face in the sun; it was Skye.
Lyanna, who was originally planning to ask her son to discuss the matter of meating, paused slightly after hearing Skye speak.
Forget it, the territory was the most important thing now, and she couldn't stay in the wilderness for a moment, for fear of being slaughtered one day when she fell asleep. Or her treasure being stolen.
It stands to reason that now her strength has barely crossed the threshold of pseudo-legendary combat power. She is also one of the few strong ones on the mainland. She does not need to be so cautious. But the war between the Barbarian King and the Black Dragon Lord, and the two of them, the terrifying display of strength, brought Lyanna back to the real situation.
The reality is that the era when legendary strong men basically did not show up has passed.
Nowadays, the life and death of those below the level of legends depend on their fate. Ordinary legendary powerhouses must be more cautious. After all, several legends have been killed on the mainland in a short period of time, and an even greater 'storm' is about to come.
If staying alive meant swallowing her pride and being a coward, then she would do it — survival was more important than pride.
This was Lyanna's psionic path — Gou. The Way of Endurance.
Otherwise, how else could she have survived for over a hundred years without falling into robbery and destruction, like a true Chromatic Dragon should?
This obviously goes against the dragon's nature.
It's because the way she practices psychic energy requires her to be steady and careful all the time.
Even though she invaded the wasteland a few years ago, she chose the middle of the wasteland very carefully so that in the north she had the legendary Centaur King to defend her against the kingdom in the north, and in the south, there was the Siglinde family (actually the Black Dragon Lord's platform) to defend her against the principality threat.
To the west is the Black Wing Lair, which belongs to the same clan. It will definitely not threaten lives, but at most threaten property.
To the east is the wide Laputa River, which isolates it from many forces from the east.
When the sahuagin army suddenly emerged from the Laputa River to attack the kingdom, Lyanna was extremely cautious and secretly took her treasure to the former rotten swamp and stayed there for a while. Later, when she saw that the sahuagin had subsided, she secretly returned back.
Basically, no one knows about this.
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A few days after Lyanna arrived at Blackwing Lair——
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The Barbarian King Victor fulfilled his contract and came with the Orc Sword Master Taylor.
Barbarian Court.
Victor and the Orc Sword Master Taylor sat opposite each other, eating meat and drinking wine. During the period, they began to talk about the war against Black Wing Lair.
Victor sighed, his face was red from drinking, and he said with a distressed expression,
"Brother Taylor, you don't know that in the last war between our royal court and the Black Wing Lair, we were defeated by the legendary rock dragon that suddenly appeared!
If the legendary rock dragon hadn't disrupted the situation and caused the collapse of our Royal Court army, how could the Black Dragon Lord have been allowed to retreat like this? At least that black dragon must be taught a profound lesson!"
"No one can predict this kind of accident. It can only be said that the Black Wing Lair is too insidious, and it actually hides a legendary monster," Taylor comforted him.
"Haha, it's not a big problem. Brother Taylor, aren't you here to help me deal with that rock dragon? With your help, that black dragon will definitely not be able to eat and walk around this time!" Victor took a big sip of wine. Then he dropped the large bone wine glass in his hand on the desk with a bang and a vicious look on his face.
Taylor thought for a moment and responded rigorously,
"I can only try my best to hold back the legendary rock dragon. After all, the rock dragon race is not weak. The first-level legendary rock dragon can't even compare to the red dragon in terms of defense and brute force." As he spoke, Taylor looked a little tangled and added,
"Of course, if you have 'Thirst for Blood,' then the Legendary Rock Dragon will not be a problem."
Victor looked calm on the surface but thought pitifully in his heart.
Are you still thinking about your 'Thirst for Blood' sword?
The moment you cross into the southern part of the continent, your life has already entered a countdown.
Sure enough, orcs are stupid people.
What's on their minds are probably muscles.
"Haha, brother knows that you want to get your beloved weapon back as soon as possible, but without this legendary sword, there is no way to deal with the Black Dragon Lord. After this battle, 'Thirst for Blood' will naturally return safely into your hands," Victor said with a smile.
The Orc Sword Master looked at Victor's sincere smile and felt certain in his heart.
With the 'Thirst for Blood' out of his hands, his strength was greatly reduced. In such an unstable situation, he must have felt a little uneasy.
This is why he was successfully persuaded by Victor to participate in the war with Black Wing Lair, because he was eager to end the war as soon as possible for Victor and get his weapon back.
"Then it's agreed. When will the war start?" Taylor nodded and asked impatiently.
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