Hentai Dragon King

My cock felt so good that before I knew it I had completely forgotten I was flying with wind-pressure masturbation. Yet it seemed I was completely under Dura-san’s control; without falling I continued circling at a constant altitude.

"Adjustment complete. How is it?"

"Yes. I can fly unbelievably straight. My cock also feels refreshed."

What is this.

Until now, with wind-pressure masturbation there was always a pressure from the inside as if semen was clogged in the seminal ducts, but now my cock feels as refreshing as after urinating.

In contrast to my comfortable state, Dura-san suddenly lowered her voice.

"If the malfunction happens again, please tell me early. If it becomes late..."

"I-If it becomes late...?"

Just what will happen.

"If the report becomes late..."

"Please don’t keep me in suspense. It’s scary."

"I will have to increase the number of handjobs for adjustment."

"...Understood. Making busy Dura-san’s hands suffer also makes me hesitant, so I’ll make the report late."

"Fufufu. If you wish I will give you a handjob anytime, so please consult early."

"Understood. ...Nn? Battle Power 3900 approaching. What is it? It’s fast."

"Apparently it’s a monster to the lower right ahead."

"Ah!"

A flock of monsters like pterosaurs is heading this way.

From my position high above, the opponent’s skin is brown and blends into the rough ground, so they’re hard to see. Without the Battle Power measurement function I probably wouldn’t have noticed.

Their appearance is... like those monsters that appear in Monster* Hunter* that have wings but can’t fly in the sky and have long tails. There are dozens of them.

They’re not forming a "he"-shaped formation like a flock of birds, but clearly everyone is moving with the same purpose and approaching me.

Pi.

It displayed 52. Roughly Battle Power about 80 per body. They seem stronger than orcs.

"They appear to be monsters feared by the people of this land and called cockatrices. Apparently they intend to prey on us."

"This is bad... If it’s around Battle Power 3900 I feel like I can win if I fight, but I have no means of attack."

I haven’t tried it, but I can probably fire magic even during wind-pressure masturbation.

However, the magic flies in the direction I stretch my hand, so aiming at the enemy is difficult.

I might be able to attack if I skillfully take the upper position, but when both sides are moving around in mid-air, aiming and hitting will be tough.

Approaching and punching might work, but that would put Dura-san in danger.

Besides, my Battle Power of 120,000 is probably the value when I’m in perfect condition on the ground. There’s a possibility I can’t fully demonstrate my ability in aerial combat.

Shall I land once and fire wide-area magic toward the sky?

But the enemy is at lower altitude, so during the descent Dura-san would still be exposed to danger...

"We’ll turn back for now."

"You mustn’t. If the monsters descend to the ground, everyone will be in danger. Let’s annihilate them here."

"But Dura-san..."

"Masaharu-san. Have you forgotten?"

"Forgotten what?"

"The time we first met."

"I remember. On our first meeting Dura-san told me ’Your cock is small.’ I said it then too, but that was only because I had been thrown into outer space and it had shrunk."

"You remember strange things. That’s not what I mean."

"Eh. Then is it that Mirai-chan was naked inside the culture fluid but a mysterious light was hiding her nipples and crotch?"

"Right now I am in the form of an ordinary citizen blending into a medieval fortress city, but my original form is—"

"Ah. That’s right!"

Hyun.

Dura-san entered my field of vision (she had fallen downward from my back).

And—

She rotated cleanly and Dura-san’s feet pointed toward the ground.

Meka!

Together with a sound that seemed inspired by Lucia’s light-emission sound, Dura-san’s body was enveloped in light. The next moment, Dura-san had transformed into a mecha girl with a silver body.

On the left and right of her head were the huge twin-tails characteristic of mecha girls, and on her face were inorganic eyes that reminded one of glass.

"Wing deployment."

Bashu!

Wings like those of a fighter plane grew from Dura-san’s back and she began to fly.

"Do you remember the order Masaharu-san gave when I manufactured this body?"

"I remember!"

"Yes. In other words, it’s like this."

Gashun!

From between the right wrist and elbow that Dura-san stretched forward, something like a machine gun appeared.

"If it was made according to my image, that isn’t a tasteless beam weapon but a live-ammunition weapon that scatters explosive sound and muzzle flash!"

"Of course. Right arm Gatling fire!"

For an instant a blue beam of light stretched straight from Dura-san toward the flying monsters. The blue beam is probably a laser for aiming.

Zugagagagagagagagagagaga!

I don’t know exactly what is being fired, but from Dura-san’s right arm flashy flames and light exploded and a line of fire stretched out.

Paan!

A cockatrice ruptured and became a red mist.

Because the lead one was taken down, the following cockatrices began to scatter.

Gashan!

Pshuu...

Dura-san’s machine gun stopped firing and raised white smoke.

"Of course the sound, light, and smoke are nothing more than effects. Cooling isn’t necessary and continuous fire is possible."

"It’s blatantly anime-level power... more compact and higher power than the Gatling guns mounted on the latest fighter planes... Won’t the god-like existence that governs chemical civilization get angry?"

This world probably has current-style cannons that only launch shells, but weapons like so-called guns shouldn’t exist yet. Or rather, because a person with arm strength throwing a stone would be stronger, there’s even a possibility that cannons themselves haven’t been invented yet.

"No problem. Although they don’t seem to exist on this planet, there are cases in fantasy worlds where scientific weapons of ancient civilizations exist. It can be explained that way."

"Is that so. Then let’s divide the work and take down the rest. A contest of who shoots down more. The winner gets to rub the loser’s breasts as much as they like."

"Sounds good. Whether I win or lose it feels like Masaharu-san benefits, but I won’t hold back."

"Of course!"

Even though Dura-san is a space battleship, this should be her first time flying inside the atmosphere.

She may have experience fighting enemy weapons, but she probably has no experience fighting flying monsters.

In that case I should have the advantage.

I’ll show the aerial combat ability I trained in Ace ombat!