Free Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 1: Brenna) by Angel Black

Chapter 1:
    A Ride Taken
     
    Ice winds rushed across the dying grasses of Winter, for the Valley of Dragons in the Northlands was not a fair or hospitable place. While many made this place their home, they huddled within the walls of desperate cities clinging to life on the rocky soil and short summers of these lands. Dagger-like spires of ice-covered solid gray rock surrounded these places of civilization, dangerous lands inhabited by bandits, vermin, troll-kind, or even worse, dragon spawn of the soul-eating Lindwurm.
    The breath of the ice-giant Blaer blew strong today, covering the lands with fierce north winds coming off the punishing Ice Sea. Even the clouds shot up into the sky in protest, the strong winds ripping the mist to pieces as they soared above the blade peaks of rock like dying wisps of white cotton.
    Blaer’s breath froze skin on touch, a bitter harbinger of the winter to come. Long fallow grass bent to its will, the twisted trees ached and popped as they bent, and fierce shrubs clung to life with stubborn roots as they buried themselves in the stony earth below. To live here required a conscious act of will every day to survive, every day the living did not crawl inches ahead it would slide back into the bitter frozen death and decay of a nature which did not care nor stop in its relentless assault on order and humanity.
    Life existed here, carved from thousands of years like the jagged peaks surrounding the peoples of these lands. This was the home of the Northmen, people cut from the land like hewn stone, with men with bodies like mountains and their faces covered by beards like great pine forests. The women too, beauties tempered by the north wind, used to the hard life and stubbornly independent and strong. This was not a land where the fat and the lazy ruled, and a woman could get by merely by sitting at home and raising children. The women of the North tended the fields with their babies on their backs, chopped the wood, and slaughtered the livestock for the night’s meal right alongside the men.
    For the Goddess Fredrika, fair wife of the majestic god-father Othin, was their goddess, and the people of the north descended from these gods.
    This was not a land of feudal peasants and lazy kings, this was a land where shield brothers fought for the honor of their houses, and it was also a land of mysterious magic. The magic of the way of the world, the power of the gods, and the mystic forces which shaped these people’s lives in ways not well understood. It is said only the Sages of the forbidden fortress of Magetower understood magic, or the lone hermit privy to a lost secret or two discovered in mysterious ways.
    She knew of this strange hidden magic, not terribly well, but enough to know it flowed through the jagged lands like the nourishing water underground. Magic shaped the land, caused the trees to grow, the crops to green, the rivers to run, and life to exist in this barren and windswept place.
    Like the water, she believed one could drown in such power.
    Some said magic was the way of the world, and others said it was the blood of the gods bringing life to the lands of their children. The smart folk knew the blood of pure soul-consuming evil also ran through the lands with the same magic, the blood of the Lindwurm. This wickedness, corrupted magics bled the good from the man, spawning soul-eating drakes, and tempting hearts with dark and sinister power. Cults and purveyors of dark magic were attracted to such wickedness, as corrupted as blackened sin itself.
    And she did not like this magic all that much. Nothing good ever came from ultimate power, and time and time again man proved his weakness to wielding such forces.
    And the spawn of black magic was as wicked as Hell itself.
    For her prey today was one of those hellish spawn, a young drakewurm spawned from the belly of the beast itself, a creature known by the name of Faer.
    She was a drake-hunter, not by choice or trade, but this day by