Redux: Lineage

"Svea?" I asked after following behind the dragoness in near silence for five minutes.

"Yes?" she called over her shoulder.

"What happened when you went back to the Citadel?" I questioned as I caught up to her.

"A much more peaceful reception than I expected there to be," she said in a relieved tone. "I'd anticipated being chained and jailed the moment I stepped into view of the watch towers... but they welcomed me home, took me to see Krieger, and allowed me to explain my reasoning for helping slay her."

"Wait, did they know you did it already?" I asked.

"Yes. A presence as powerful as Heimili's suddenly disappearing would've gotten the attention of every dragon on the planet looking to Winter's Maw, and they would've easily been able to detect me exerting quite a bit of my own strength too," she explained.

"So when there's a dead body, a bloody knife, and you're busy washing your hands in the next room..." I said slowly.

"It would be foolish of them to not at least suspect me of having any involvement in her death," Svea nodded along. "So after the questioning, Krieger determined that I'd done no wrong. Heimili was banished, thus she didn't technically exist to us anymore. And you can't murder someone that doesn't exist. Besides, even if she had still be considered one of us, nobody was in a rush to convict me for killing her."

"I couldn't imagine anyone would," I sighed. "So what brought you two to delivering presents then?"

"After explaining the whole story, Krieger determined it would be seen as 'rude and ungrateful' for us not to present some kind of reward to those that slayed Heimili," Svea explained.

"Why only me?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow. "What about all the others that helped take her down?"

"Krieger designated you as the commander of the force and you were also the one to deal the killing blow," Svea answered. "I protested, but she said that we didn't have the time nor the resources to make custom gifts for each and every person that 'threw rocks and mean looks at her'."

"Eh, fair enough, I guess," I said, a little disheartened about my friends getting no reward, as this victory was as much theirs as it was mine.

"Do you like it?" she asked, looking down at the shield I wore on my arm.

"Yeah, I love it," I nodded, examining the defensive armament for at least the fifteenth time since I'd gotten it. "Did you dye the scales or something?"

"Yes, they were enchanted to match the colour of the rest of the metal," Svea said, cocking her head to look at the dragon print on the face. "And the foot print is one of mine too."

"Perfect," I chuckled. "I've always wanted you to step on me."

Svea came to a stop, forcing me to slam into the back end of her before she turned around and glared at me with pure hatred.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asked me.

Trying my absolute hardest not to blurt out the fact that I eat my mother's ass with that mouth, I merely shrugged and walked past her, looking up into the dark clouds ahead as they continued to pour rain onto us.

"I really hope this doesn't end up being a thunderstorm," I said, squinting as to not get raindrops in my eyes. "I really don't fancy turning into a lightning rod."

"If it does, you can use your shield to absorb it, remember?" she asked, chuckling as she walked past me. "Now come along. We don't have all day."

I followed behind her, keeping just far enough to the back to watch the show she put on merely by walking. I couldn't stop myself from grinning at the sheer size of her ass, heightened even further by the fact her white dress was soaked through and gripping in all the right places. Goddesses, I'd give my right arm just to have her sit on my face and do nothing more than read poetry for an hour.

"Hey, Svea?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Would you mind giving my friends and I a hand again?"

"With what?" she queried, casting her eyes back at me once more with a concerned expression.

"Well... we're kind of dealing with a Vampire problem... a big Vampire problem," I began. "As in 'If this goes badly for our side, we risk a global take over with the Vampires enslaving every other race' kind of problem."

"That is indeed a problem," she said, coming to a stop entirely and turning to face me. "Are you asking me to help you?"

"If it's not too much trouble," I nodded.

"You're asking me for assistance in preventing the end of the world as we know it... only if it doesn't encroach on my time schedule?" she asked with a smirk.

"I guess," I nodded, smiling along with her.

"Handled like a true gentlemen," she said with a playful smirk and a roll of her eyes.

About to gently man-handle that ass.

"You need to stop," Grael chimed in over our link.

"The thoughts need a hobby, buddy," I mentally shrugged before he cut our connection again.

"We could really use you on the team, Svea. We don't have anybody that knows how to use magic, and you've already proven yourself to be way more powerful than the rest of us."

"You do look like you could use a hand..." she said, crossing her arms over her thicc-ass tiddies and nodding slowly, thinking it over quietly for a good few seconds. "Alright then. I haven't really got much else to do, and I'm not really the kind of girl to sit around and watch the world go to Hell-"

I hope you're the kind of girl that likes it in the ass.

"-so, you've got my services for as long as you need them," she finished with a confident smile.

"Perfect," I smirked. "So your first duty is to carry me to the forest."

I leaped up towards her, expecting her to grab me, only to slam right into her brick wall of a body and plummet right onto the ground, knocking the wind out of myself something vicious.

"How did you not see that coming?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow in bemused confusion.

"I expected to be treated like the beautiful little prince I am," I wheezed. "And you have failed me."

"I'm leaving you now," she said, turning around and walking off.

"Wait! Before you go... could you do one thing for me?" I asked, still unable to breathe properly.

"Yes, Your Tragedy?" she asked in a rough tone.

"Could you... step on me?"

She proceeded to kick me in the head and walk away, leaving me with a slight bruise to the forehead and a confused sense of pain and arousal.