Author's note: this is my first time writing erotica, I would appreciate any comments or feedback you might have! English is not my first language, so please let me know if you find any typos or grammatical errors. This first chapter does not contain any sex scenes, if you're here for that, you will find it in Chapter 2 that I will upload shortly. There are themes of non-consensual sex, rape, and feral on human sex in the series, if you are not a fan of such themes, this is not for you.
Disclaimer: all characters appeared in the series are adults with the ability to consent. Although rape is a theme in the series, it is strictly fantasy and I do not condone any kind of sexual harassment, sexual violence, or non-consensual sex.
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Clara was a knight. She came from a long lineage of knighthood, and although women becoming knights were not outlawed, it was uncommon. She had to work hard through prejudice, and by being swifter and cunninger than her fellow trainees, she passed the test and was knighted by Her Majesty herself. However, no matter how much Clara achieved, there was always a few people that doubted her abilities, so when it was reported that a dragon was taking livestock, she volunteered to go investigate, anxious to prove herself. Just like that, wearing her knight's armour and bringing nothing but the necessities, Clara set off alone, on a journey that turned out far from what she imagined.
In this world, dragons were known as powerful magical beings. They do not usually venture into human lands, and when they did, it usually was not out of malicious intent. So, when Clara arrived at the village that was mentioned in the report, and saw the whole village burnt to the ground, she knew something was wrong. She tracked down a few terrified survivors who could only point her to the direction the dragon went, and said that it was truly a horrible beast that slaughtered humans like swapping flies.
Clara knew that a dragon was far more than she could handle, but she refused to go back empty handed. She spent the next two days looking for clues in the mountain, and eventually found some bodies of what appeared to be villagers. They seemed to be trying to flee when they were massacred. Clara shook her head and followed the trail of bodies, which led her to a cave big enough for a dragon. She hid herself behind a big rock and listened, but heard no sound from within, so she became bolder, and ventured into the cave, hoping to find more clues about the dragon. To her disappointment, there were only bones of the livestock. It was then when she heard the desperate whinnying of her horse, a blood chilling cry. She had tied her horse not far from the cave.
Clara cursed under her breath. It seems that her luck has ran out. Leaving the cave right now would surely be seen by the approaching dragon, and her means of quickly getting out of here was likely dead. So, she decided to hide, but was ready to pull her weapon at moment's notice. She heard the dragon land and the cave darkened as it entered. To her horror, the thumping footsteps stopped about ten feet from her. She heard it sniff at the air, once, then twice, and her heart dropped.
"It seems that I have a visitor."
A low, booming voice came from the direction of the dragon. The voice was raspy, and words were pronounced unlike any human she has heard. It was a mature voice that told Clara that she was dealing with a fully grown dragon. However, normally dragons were not known as uncivilized creatures that goes on killing sprees. Just when she was deciding how to react, the dragon spoke again.
"It is not polite for one to enter another's home uninvited. Unless you want to find out just how hot dragon fire is, come out, now."
Without a better option, Clara stepped out of her hiding spot, hand still on her sword. What came into her view was a giant black dragon, with well defined muscles and huge powerful wings. He was not a stranger to trouble, proved by battle scars all over his body. His long, curved horns were the same colour as his teeth and claws, as well as the sharp spikes along his spine, standing in strong contrast against his black scales. Traces of what must be her horse's blood stained his sharp teeth red. Clara could have sworn she saw a flash of surprise in the dragon's cold blue eyes that glowed in the dark.
"I am a Knight of Nekadia, and I am here to investigate the report of a dragon taking livestock. I see that you have done a lot more than that." Clara pushed down her fear and tried to appear calm and confident.
