This Ch Has Lemons
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Levi soared above the frozen landmass, wings cutting through the cold wind. Below him stretched a vast continent — snowfields, forests, lakes… and in the distance, a stain of dark land circling a single structure.
The Dark Tower.
He narrowed his eyes.
Frosted mountains. Icy plains. A holy kingdom to the south.
And in the center, corruption waiting to spread.
Levi exhaled slowly.
"Well. Let's see. I could go meet Celestine Lucross first… or Olga Discordia."
He tilted midair, adjusting his flight.
"Or…"
His gaze locked onto the dark region.
"…I start by punching the problem in the face."
With a beat of his wings, Levi dove toward the Dark Lands.
The Dark Lands
Levi landed on the blackened stone floor of the Dark Lands. Dead grass crunched under his boots. His wings folded neatly behind him.
Across the ruined courtyard, she waited.
The Dark Elf Queen.
Silver crown. Violet armor. Spear resting in her hand like it weighed nothing.
[Insert image of Olga Discordia]
Levi whistled softly.
"I have to say… you're very beautiful."
Olga's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"If you were human, I would already have you chained."
Levi smirked.
"Yeah. I figured you hate humans. For… several reasons."
Olga studied him again — his wings, his aura, the faint ripple of dragon mana in the air.
"You are not human," she said. "Nor demon. Nor elf."
"Half dragon. Half human," Levi replied. "Mostly dragon when it matters."
For the first time, Olga's lips curved into a faint smile.
"…Interesting."
She turned away, her long hair flowing like ink.
"Follow me to my tower, Levi Leviathan. If you truly oppose the Black Dogs… then we have much to discuss."
Levi rested his gunblade on his shoulder and followed.
Jellybean bounced after them happily.
Inside the Dark Tower
The interior was dim but elegant. Dark stone. Purple flame torches. The air smelled of old magic.
Olga walked to a throne carved from black wood and bone. She sat, crossing one leg over the other with queenly ease.
Levi stood before her, hands in his pockets, wings still folded.
"So," Olga said. "You wish to stop the Black Dogs."
Levi nodded.
"They're going to enslave this land. Break the holy capital. Turn everything into a breeding farm for demons."
Olga's eyes hardened.
"…Yes. That is their plan."
Levi met her gaze evenly.
"And I don't like bad endings."
Silence hung between them.
Then Olga laughed quietly.
"A dragon who hates bad endings."
She leaned forward slightly.
"Then prove you are not just another foolish hero."
Levi grinned.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not a hero."
"…I'm worse."
Elsewhere — Holy Capital of Eostia
Celestine Lucross stood on her balcony, yellow hair glowing in the sunlight.
[Insert image of Celestine Lucross]
She looked toward the Dark Lands.
"The dragon has met the Dark Elf Queen…"
Her voice was soft, but serious.
"May the light guide his path."
Back with Levi and Olga
Levi stood in the throne room of the Dark Tower, arms loose at his sides, gunblade still resting on his shoulder like it weighed nothing.
Olga sat on her black throne, one leg crossed over the other. Her golden eyes studied him without blinking.
"I am surprised," Levi said, voice calm, "you already know about Volt's plans."
Olga tilted her head slightly. The silver crown caught the purple torchlight.
"Recently I had a vision," she replied.
Levi raised an eyebrow.
"You have those?"
She shook her head once.
"No. But I received one. Perhaps you know its source. Her name is Eris."
Levi's expression didn't change.
Inside his head:
'Of course it's her.'
Out loud he kept it simple.
"Yeah. That tracks."
Olga leaned forward a fraction.
"She appeared in my dreams. White hair. Violet eyes. Gentle voice. She spoke of a half-dragon prince who would come to this land. She said he would oppose the Black Dogs… and that he carried the blood of the Leviathan."
Levi gave a small shrug.
"She's not wrong."
Olga's gaze sharpened.
"Then you truly intend to stop them."
"Not just stop them," Levi said.
"End them. Volt, the Black Dogs, the whole betrayal. I'm here to make sure Eostia never falls the way it's supposed to."
Silence stretched between them.
Olga rose slowly from her throne. Her spear stayed in her hand, tip resting lightly on the stone floor.
"You speak boldly for someone who just arrived."
Levi met her eyes.
"I've read the script. I know how this story ends if no one interferes. I'm not letting it happen."
Olga stepped down from the dais. Her movements were graceful, deliberate.
She stopped a few paces from him.
"And what do you want in return?" she asked.
"Power? Territory? My allegiance?"
Levi shook his head.
"Nothing like that."
Olga's brow lifted slightly.
"Then why help a dark elf queen who has every reason to hate your kind?"
Levi looked at her — really looked.
"Because you're not the villain in this story," he said.
"You're just caught in someone else's bad ending. Same as Celestine. Same as the Princess Knights. I don't like seeing people broken for no reason."
Olga stared at him for a long moment.
Then she laughed — low, quiet, almost surprised.
"A dragon prince who dislikes unnecessary suffering," she said.
"You are… unusual."
Levi smirked faintly.
"I get that a lot."
Olga turned and walked toward a large map table in the center of the room.
The map showed all of Eostia — the seven fortresses, the holy capital, the dark lands, and the creeping shadow of the Black Dogs' influence spreading like ink.
She placed one finger on the map — right on Volt's current stronghold.
"They move soon," she said.
"Volt believes the war is won. He thinks the Alliance is weak. He plans to strike the holy capital next. Celestine is his true target. Once she falls… the rest collapse."
Levi stepped up beside her.
"How long?"
"Days," Olga replied.
"Maybe less."
Levi traced a line from the dark lands to Iris.
"Then we don't wait for them to come to us. We hit Volt first. Hard. Before he reaches Celestine."
Olga turned her head to look at him.
"You would fight beside a dark elf against human mercenaries?"
Levi met her gaze.
"I'd fight beside anyone who's getting screwed over by the same assholes."
A faint smile touched Olga's lips.
"Then perhaps… we can work together."
She extended her hand.
Levi looked at it for a second.
Then he took it — firm, no hesitation.
"Deal," he said.
Olga's grip was strong.
Her golden eyes held his.
"You may stay in my tower tonight," she said.
"We plan tomorrow at dawn."
Levi nodded.
"Sounds good."
She released his hand.
As she turned to leave the room, she paused.
"One more thing," she said without looking back.
Levi waited.
Olga glanced over her shoulder.
"You truly are… very beautiful."
Levi blinked once.
Then smirked.
"Took you long enough to say it."
Olga laughed — soft, genuine — and walked out.
Levi stood alone in the throne room for a moment.
Jellybean bounced up and plopped against his boot.
Levi looked down at the slime.
"…Yeah," he muttered.
"This is definitely getting complicated."
Outside the tower, the dark lands stretched cold and quiet.
But somewhere far to the south, in the holy city of Iris, Celestine Lucross suddenly looked up from her prayers.
A faint ripple passed through her divine senses.
She whispered:
"…A dragon has come to Eostia."
Levi looked at Olga.
"Do you mind offering me one thing?"
Olga tilted her head slightly, golden eyes narrowing.
"Which is?"
Levi met her gaze straight on.
"You. Becoming my mate."
Inside his head:
'Like that's gonna happen. Not with her canon personality.'
He kept his face calm, waiting for the rejection, the spear, or at least a very sharp "no."
Olga stared at him for a long second.
Then she stepped closer — slow, deliberate.
Her spear stayed relaxed at her side.
"Very well," she said.
Levi blinked.
'The fuck.'
Olga continued, voice smooth and even.
"You are handsome. You are not human. And you are not trying to use me. That already makes you better than most who have come to my tower."
She stopped just inside his personal space. Close enough that he could smell the faint scent of night-blooming flowers and old magic on her.
"I have lived centuries watching men — human, demon, elf — try to take what is mine. Power. Land. My body. All of them saw me as a prize to break or own."
Her eyes flicked over him — wings, scales, the faint glow of dragon blood under his skin.
"You look at me like I am a person first. A queen second. A woman third. That… is rare."
Levi stayed quiet. He hadn't expected this.
Olga reached out and brushed one finger lightly along the edge of his jaw — testing, not threatening.
"If you truly mean it," she said, "then yes. I will become your mate. On my terms."
Levi raised one eyebrow.
"Which are?"
Olga smiled — small, sharp, and very dark-elf.
"You do not command me. You do not own me. We stand as equals. And if you ever betray that… I will kill you myself."
Levi let out a short, quiet laugh.
"Fair. I can work with that."
Olga stepped back, spear tapping the floor once like a judge's gavel.
"Then it is decided."
She turned toward the map table again, but paused.
"One more thing," she said over her shoulder.
"When the time comes… the mark. I want it visible. Let every fool in Eostia know who I belong to — and who belongs to me."
Levi smirked faintly.
"Noted."
Olga didn't look back.
"Dawn comes soon. Rest. Tomorrow we plan how to crush Volt before he ever reaches Celestine."
Levi watched her walk away — tall, proud, untouchable.
Jellybean bounced once against his boot.
Levi looked down at the slime.
"…Yeah," he muttered.
"This got complicated fast."
Somewhere far to the south, in the holy city of Iris, Celestine Lucross felt a sudden warmth bloom in her chest.
She touched the spot lightly.
"…A bond has been made," she whispered.
Her golden eyes turned toward the dark lands.
And smiled.
Later that night, in Olga's chambers.
The room was dim, lit only by floating purple orbs that cast soft shadows across black silk sheets and dark furs. Heavy curtains blocked the cold wind howling outside the tower.
Olga stood in front of Levi, armor gone, wearing only a thin dark robe that clung to every curve. The fabric was so sheer in the low light that it left almost nothing hidden. Her golden eyes locked on his.
"Dragon's mark has two ways," she said, voice low and steady.
Levi nodded, leaning against the bedpost.
"Yeah. Bite… or the other one."
Olga stepped closer. Her fingers brushed his chest — light at first, then firmer.
"No," she said. "We will do the other option."
She pushed him backward onto the bed.
Levi let himself fall, landing on the silk with a soft thud.
He blinked up at her.
Inside his head:
'Right. Forgot she's an H character.'
Olga climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips.
The robe slipped off both shoulders at once, sliding down her arms and pooling around her waist. Her dark skin glowed faintly in the purple light — smooth, flawless, powerful. Full breasts, narrow waist, hips that begged to be gripped.
Levi's breath caught — just once.
Olga leaned down.
Her long black hair fell around them like a curtain, brushing his bare chest.
Her lips hovered near his ear.
"I have waited centuries for someone worthy," she whispered.
Her hand slid down his torn shirt, nails dragging lightly over skin.
"You are worthy. Strong. Honest. Not afraid."
She sat up slightly. The robe fell completely open.
No undergarments. Nothing between them but heat and intention.
Levi looked up at her — no smirk this time.
Just quiet, burning want in his eyes.
Olga's smile turned sharp and hungry.
She reached down, fingers working the last buttons on his pants.
Fabric parted. She freed him — hard, thick, already aching.
Her golden eyes flicked down, then back up to his face.
"Impressive," she murmured.
Levi's hands found her hips.
He pulled her closer — slow, deliberate.
Olga lowered herself.
The first touch was electric — hot, slick, tight.
She gasped softly, head tipping back, silver hair spilling like liquid moonlight.
Levi groaned low in his throat.
His grip tightened.
She started moving — slow at first, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made every nerve light up.
Then faster. Deeper.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust.
Her nails dug into his shoulders — not enough to hurt, just enough to mark.
Levi thrust up to meet her.
Hard. Controlled. Precise.
Olga's breath hitched.
Her golden eyes fluttered half-closed.
"Harder," she demanded.
Levi obliged.
He flipped them in one smooth motion — now she was beneath him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly.
He drove into her — deep, relentless.
She arched, back bowing off the bed.
A low moan escaped her — raw, needy.
"Mark me," she gasped.
"Do it now."
Levi leaned down.
His fangs grazed her neck — right over the pulse.
He bit.
Not gentle.
Not cruel.
Just firm enough to break skin.
Olga cried out — pleasure, not pain.
The mark flared.
Golden light bloomed where his teeth met flesh.
Magic surged between them — binding, anchoring, permanent.
Levi felt it snap into place.
Her mana flowed into him.
His dragon blood flowed back.
She clenched around him — hard.
He groaned against her neck.
Then thrust once more — deep — and came inside her.
Olga shuddered beneath him, nails raking down his back, body shaking through her own release.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard.
Olga's hand found his hair.
She pulled him up gently so their eyes met.
"You are mine now," she whispered.
"And I am yours."
Levi kissed her — slow, deep, claiming.
"Yeah," he said against her lips.
"Looks like it."
Outside the tower, the dark lands stayed silent.
But somewhere far to the south, in the holy city of Iris, Celestine Lucross suddenly touched her chest.
A faint golden mark appeared on her skin — right over her heart.
She gasped softly.
"…The bond."
Her eyes turned toward the dark lands.
And smiled.
To be continued
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