The Deviant Dominant Ch 07

Chapter 7 - The Dragon

The blaring alarm reverberated through the walls as Lukas and the girls sprung into action. With blazing speed, the team gathered their equipment and sprinted towards the Guild Hall. They arrived just in time to see a monstrous creature emerge from the tree line many blocks away.

The beast was sizable, but not as gigantic as Lukas had expected. The body of the creature was about the size of a small cottage; an elongated neck supporting an angular head emerging from the torso of the monster. Horns sprouted out the top of the head framing a villainous snout. Massive wings spanned over several large trees, commanding the wind with tremendous power. Dark red scales gleamed in the breaking sunrise as its long, whip-like, tail with a sharp, barbed tip thrashed violently in the air. Its eyes were mostly pitch black, save for piercing golden irises that seemed to bore straight through the soul. The dragon's talons were thick and jagged, its claws capable of ripping apart even the sturdiest of armor. A mouth full of razor-sharp teeth complemented them.

The dragon dominated the skyline with terrifying beauty. Lukas would have been content just to stand there and witness its emergence, if not for the bloodlust emanating from the creature. It had already razed an entire city, and looked hungry for a repeat performance

The group saw the Council Guard up ahead, the five knights charging down the streets towards the entrance of the forest to meet the dragon, overtaking other Adventurers headed in the direction. Lukas' party took off after them with swift speed, but the Guard seemed impossibly fast despite the heavy armor they wore. As Lukas and his cohorts approached the edge of town, they were greeted with flames blazing brightly and the smell of burning foliage. Two teams of elves had already engaged with the dragon, attempting to keep it from penetrating deeper into the city.

The Guard and the Anoran teams comprised the core of the city's resistance, but other reinforcements were trickling in as Eberlorn responded to the bells. Even non-Adventurers were contributing, manning large ballistas that had arrived the previous day. The hefty, ranged weapons had been placed on the roofs of nearby buildings.

The bulk of the action was occurring in the familiar clearing that served as the trailhead for the entrance into the Mystic Forest. Along the edge of the clearing, some trees were already set ablaze. Ditches and berms had been prepared as makeshift fortifications, but the dragon's aerial superiority negated their advantage. The scene was chaotic, but the elven Adventurers had been successful in strategically engaging the dragon at the edge of the city; at least for the moment.

The dragon was a force to be reckoned with. A fireball streaked across the battlefield towards a rooftop ballista, exploding on impact, incinerating the weapon and its crew, lighting the building on fire. The beast dove towards the unorganized ranks of Adventurer army, its claws snatched up an Adventurer and tore him apart while its tail whipped around and sliced through an Anoran mage. The dragon was incredibly agile and near impossible to hit; any attacks that did land just bounced off its scales. The Council Guard made a move to attack the dragon but were quickly repelled. Several of the vanguard knights barely dodged the beast's powerful jaws, learning the hard way that its neck was powerfully prehensile. Captain Bruiser and his soldiers desperately scrambled for any cover as a wall of fire streamed from its snout.

Lukas and his team had flanked around the side, still keeping their distance. It was their turn to provide a distraction that would allow the Council Guard to escape and reform somewhere more advantageous. Gwyn's summoned Dire Wolf ran underneath the low-flying dragon catching its eye. A barbed tail lashed out and skewered it, ending its brief existence. Lightning sizzled against the dark ruby scales as the dragon's golden eyes locked on to Laera and the team. Lukas watched as Captain Bruiser utilized the diversion and ordered his team to regroup. The dragon reeled back to launch a fireball at Lukas' party, but Laera silenced it before their team got burnt to crisp.

Everyone on the battlefield enjoyed a twenty-second break from the dragon's fire, but it was just a small relief as the dragon switched to solely using its equally powerful physical attacks. As the dragon climbed, preparing for its next strike, the Anoran teams launched a fresh volley of powerful spells. The magic attacks were aimed all over the creature, trying to probe for a weakness. The spells hit the dragon's core, its neck, and its snout. Some were aimed at the eyes, but they were too hard to hit from that distance. The results were consistently disappointing. The magic splashed against the dragon's armor, scratching off a negligible amount of HP from the beast, and failing to find a weakness. The situation appeared dire. Even with the combined might of many experienced Adventurers, no one had a good solution to save the day. The burning of Eberlorn seemed to only be on a slight delay.

After shaking off the best the Anoran teams could hurl at it, the agitated creature plunged into an aggressive dive scattering the elves.

Lukas glanced over at Laera. "Can your Ultimate do anything?"

Laera nodded as she triggered it. For just a moment, the dragon's supernatural aerial mastery of its body faltered, but Lukas could perceive no other effect.

Laera ran up to Lukas excitedly. "I couldn't control it, but I know what it fears. If we can damage the wings, it should ground the beast. Then we have a better chance of hitting its eyes. The dragon knows it's vulnerable in its eyes."

"Bruiser!" Lukas shouted across the battle. "Take out the wings!"

Captain Bruiser nodded, the suggestion made enough logical sense to not question. There was no doubt that strategy would have been attempted soon regardless.

Laera sent a couple lightning strikes into the webbing of the creature's wings. The Council Guard also focused their attacks at the wings. Other Adventurers eventually caught on, and soon the dragon was defending against a concentrated effort to ground it.

Laera came over the Lukas and looked up at him with nervous blue eyes. "I'm out of mana." She was asking for something, but it was so indirect that it took Lukas a moment to realize what she was suggesting.

"Here?" Lukas questioned.

"Maybe back there," she gestured to a waist-high picket fence a few paces away. It would give them a degree of privacy, but it was far from a guarantee that no stray eyes would spot them.

Lukas realized Laera's magic was contributing more than he was, so he figured it would be worthwhile to step away from the battle to unload some mana into the mage. He gave her a quick kiss before moving her behind the fence. Scanning around to see if anyone had noticed the pair retreat, Laera seemed satisfied enough with the cover granted by the short wall. Lukas placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.

Laera unbuckled Lukas' pants and pulled out his dick. It was hard and throbbing, ready for her to start. She licked along the underside of the shaft, sucking his balls. Her technique had to have improved, perhaps thanks to some advice from Gwyn.

She moved back up the shaft, taking it into her mouth. Her lips tightened around it as she began to bob up and down. Lukas groaned in pleasure, savoring the pressure she applied with her warm mouth. His hands gripped her hair intending to thrust himself deeper inside her throat, but he managed to restrain himself.

Laera popped off for a brief second. "Do it," she requested firmly. "We need to get back in the battle. I can take it." Lukas found her look of determination absolutely adorable.

Having been given permission, Lukas readily complied with her request. He gripped her hair tightly and rubbed the tip of his dick along her lips. She obediently opened her mouth wide, allowing his girthy member to invade her orifice. He slid forward, going past her tongue and into her throat. Laera gagged, having never taken him so deep. She reached up and grabbed his hips, as if to prevent him from violating her throat more, but then relaxed. Lukas strong hands held the back of her head, forcing more of his cock inside her. She choked as he filled her airway.

Lukas slowly began fucking her throat. He started slowly, but quickly picked up pace until his balls were pushed up against her chin. Laera's eyes watered, tears running down her cheeks as she took every inch of his length. He fucked her mouth hard and deep, enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her throat.

Suddenly, Lukas felt his cock twitch, signaling that he was close to cumming. He glanced around at the battle raging on the other side of the fence. The absurdity of him face fucking an innocent blonde elf in the middle of such a critical and public event sent him over the edge. He groaned, feeling his cum boiling down his shaft, and emptied his load down her throat.

Laera swallowed his cum, savoring the taste of his seed. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile. "Thank you."

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "I've always got a warm supply of mana ready for you."

A smile twitched on her tear-streaked, but still gorgeous, face. "It seems like you enjoyed giving it to me."

Lukas would've preferred to enjoy his post-orgasmic bliss longer, but knew that they both needed to return to the battle. Much to his chagrin, he found that Gemma was no longer content being on the sidelines. He witnessed her carefully choose an angle of attack, then charge through the battle with thunderous speed. Lukas triggered his Praise ability, boosting her stats, and perhaps the chance of success of her attack. As the dragon swooped through at low altitude targeting the Council Guard, Gemma's powerful legs launched her into the air. Her maneuver demonstrated her skill as a warrior; her timing and placement allowed her to slice her flaming sword through the beast's left wing.

The Council Guard also performed an expert maneuver dodging the dragon's offensive dive with a practiced, timely roll. Captain Bruiser and his soldiers landed on their feet in a crouch that allowed them to spring up and deliver a series of jabs that shredded the right wing. In a screech of pain, the dragon attempted to climb to a safer altitude. The wings were no longer suitable for flying, however, and the creature spiraled to the ground. Its landing was rough, but shockingly elegant compared to its size, its weight, and the damage it had suffered. Furious, the dragon launched a retaliatory fireball at another ballista and swiped at the Council Guard with its tail.

"Aim for the eyes!" Lukas shouted out as the swarm of Adventurers circled around the dragon.

The dragon swung its neck around to let out a stream of fire at the ranks of combatants, but a newly replenished Laera once again vanquished the fire with a silence. Sharp talons and teeth continued to brutally punish Adventurers who attempted to engage in close-quarters combat. Several skilled Rangers rapidly launched volleys at the dragon's eyes

Fiona was the next member of Lukas' team to make a risky move, capitalizing on the stat boost from Lukas before it expired. She teleported on to the dragon's head, triggered her frosty Ultimate, and sank her dagger deep into the enraged creature's left eye socket. After dealing the quick blow, her legs launched herself off the snarling dragon. Gemma shuffled quickly and caught the plummeting redhead in the air. The dragon turned towards them to exact revenge, but Fiona's whip snapped across the beast's snout, giving the girls just enough time to scamper away.

Captain Bruiser, who was near Lukas, turned to him, astounded. "Just how many skills does your team have?"

The tide of the battle had been turned, but the dragon was not dead yet. Another Brawler fell victim to the creature's ruthless jaws as ranged attacks attempted to subdue the beast. The archer from the Council Guard showed exceptional skill, landing several arrows in the dragon's eyes from a nearby tree she had climbed. Laera landed her own bullseye with her lightning magic.

With the sole exception of Fiona's reckless ambush, melee combat was still proving ineffective as anything more than a distraction. Captain Bruiser grunted in frustration as he searched for a way to end the fight. The heavily armored giant rushed over to the last remaining ballista as the crew reloaded it. He took charge, swinging it around and aiming at the dragon's head. He unleashed a powerful bolt into the air, and it flew straight into the creature's right eye.

The impact caused the dragon to violently swing its head around its body before it smashed into the ground. The captain had delivered the final blow. The remaining fighters cheered as the dust settled. The intense fight had granted most of the participating Adventurers an experience level -- even some of the more seasoned ones.

The aftermath revealed itself quickly though, and considerably dampened the mood. As fires smoldered around the battlefield, Lukas noticed the losses hadn't been insignificant. Given the tragedy of Stormpyre, many Adventurers were prepared to lay down their life to eliminate the dragon. It was part of the ancient and noble Adventuring crusade; to protect the peaceful balance in the world.

Lukas sighed in relief, as his team had escaped the battle with no casualties. A few nearby buildings had been torched, but overall, the city had been preserved, and its citizens were safe.

The dragon laid lifeless on the ground; several Anorans and the Council Guard took to inspecting it. Lukas had little doubt that there were valuable materials that could be scavenged off the corpse of the legendary beast.

As the excitement of the battle died down, Captain Bruiser approached Lukas, content to let some of his cohorts finish the examination. "Your group fought well. You've got a solid four Adventurers there, plus you. You should consider adding a Ranger to your team, but you've got a good composition regardless. I'm glad you had our backs. That half-elf girl, the one with the purple streaks in her hair? Her healing may have saved several of my men."

'Aren't you glad she's not in prison?' Lukas almost said. Instead, he just nodded gratefully, knowing that the captain wasn't the type to hand out compliments easily. He glanced at the girls and saw the same look of satisfaction in their eyes as they listened in.

"The Anorans will never admit it," the captain said wryly, "but your assistance in the battle played a crucial role. I will make sure your compensation is fair," the captain promised. "You deserve every bit."

"Thanks," Lukas said. "We were glad to help." He couldn't help but feel pride in the way his girls had handled themselves during the battle.

Captain Bruiser turned to rejoin his team, but then swiveled back for one last promise. "Stay out of trouble, though. You're good, but we can still kick your ass."

With that, the captain marched off, leaving Lukas and the girls on the battlefield as the mid-morning sun shone down upon victors, corpses, and destruction alike. People were still milling about, cleaning up and tending to the injured.

Lukas grinned and looked at his team. "We defeated a dragon! I say we retire now while we are at the top. Anyone know where we can find a decent beach house?"

The girls laughed.

"We defeated a dragon?" Gemma teased. "I thought we were just reinforcing the Adventurers who were fighting the dragon."

"That's not what I saw," Lukas glared at Gemma and Fiona with a feigned scowl. "I should spank both of your asses red for jumping in like that."

Fiona wrapped her arm around Gemma and they both stuck out their tongues at Lukas.

Gwyn looked up at Lukas with wide eyes. "Did I do good, Daddy?"

"Yes you did, baby girl," Lukas said in a praising tone. "You Dire Wolf may have saved the Council Guard at the beginning."

"Everyone did great," Lukas raised his voice, addressing his girls. "You should all be proud of yourselves; I know I am." Lukas knew that this was only the beginning of their journey, but for now, he was content to bask in the glory of their victory. Together, they walked back to the center of town, their ravenous hunger deciding they needed a late-morning, celebratory breakfast.

Gemma and Fiona walked close together, discussing the reckless redhead's eye-gouging stunt on top of the dragon. Their bond had grown stronger over the past weeks as they fought side by side in battle. Laera and Gwyn lagged behind, giggling about how the blonde mage had replenished her mana in the middle of the fight. Lukas trailed even further behind them, lost in thoughts of his own. The most pressing of those thoughts stemmed from the level up that was awarded to him from the fight. He finally unlocked his Ultimate.

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The party sat around a table in a busy tavern, enjoying their first meal of the morning. The food was delicious, and the atmosphere was lively despite the recent battle. Other Adventurers would approach them from time to time, recognizing them from their presence in the dragon battle.

Much to the group's surprise, they were even approached by some Anorans. A trio of them converged upon the table -- and, more specifically, upon Laera. They excitedly asked about her magical abilities and how she had come to join such an unconventional team.

"I feel my companions really complement each other's skills," Laera said, dodging the actual question. "My magic mixes really well with their fighting style in a way I would have never discovered without exploring beyond my Anoran training. I feel stronger now that I've teamed up with four non-Anorans."

The elves speaking with Laera were flabbergasted at her rationale. Their curiosity and disbelief weren't necessarily malicious, but it still peeved Lukas. He ignored them as they moved on to talking about Laera's parents back in Anora. They seemed very familiar with her family -- to the point where they excitedly promised that they'd relay the tale of how the young blonde elf had taken up arms against a dragon. That promise made Laera very uncomfortable.

Lukas was about to intervene when the clueless trio decided to move on. He stood up and went over to Laera, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Hey, everything okay?"

Laera turned to Lukas, smiling. "Yes, encounters like that just reinforce my decision to break away from the traditional, Anoran mentality. Though I fear my activities here in Eberlorn will soon catch my parents' attention, even if it was inevitable."

Gwyn reached over and held Laera's hand. "It would be irrational for them to be anything but proud of their daughter," the smaller girl reassured the blonde.

"Bold of you to assume Anorans are rational," Laera chuckled. "They possess an impressive level of intelligence, but certainly lack rationality when it comes to their prejudices."

The party of young Adventurers finished their meals and headed back to the Cottage. Lukas was keen to review his profile, remembering the promise he'd made to his party -- though actually to himself -- about planning out his progression more responsibly. He rushed to his room and pulled up his stats. After several minutes of deliberation, he decided even though his Ultimate was powerful, he should update the Discipline skill to see what benefits another level brought. He gave the verdict a few more minutes to stir in his mind before he acted. Comfortable with his decision, he committed the skill point and witnessed the text change.

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Lukas Dameron

General Class: Deviant

Main Class: Dominant

Level 5

Stats:

Strength: 22.8 + 3

Agility: 21.2 + 2.7