Free Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) by Angel Black

the opposite bank where a large rock awaits. I feel the dragon approaching behind me, it sailing down and ready to pluck me from the riverbank like an eagle catching a fish in the water. If its claws hit, I shall be impaled, and likely dead.
    The quickest way out is to jump in the river. Doing so would lose to me the freedom of movement on a second pass, and put me either in the water and helpless or in a spot where the dragon could attack me as I struggled to free myself from the river again.
    The smart way out is to jump the river and take cover behind the rock. Doing this will leave me in the air for a moment, and put me in a position to be snatched out of the air should my timing be wrong.
    And in life, a complication always presents itself at the most inopportune moment. I see a girl in a yellow dress floating down the river, skimming over rocks, taken into the current, swept around corners, and blissfully being taken downstream. She does not struggle and she does not move, so she could either be dead or closely on her way to being dead.
    I should curse this development, but often a limitation to action provides clarity. I must rescue Chloe. I must keep moving. In this time of tragedy, a goal becomes readily apparent. She is in trouble. I must save her. Nothing else matters.
    The dragon is close, and my foot is on the last jut of rock before the rushing water spills out below me. Now, if you think I am helpless in having to jump and take cover, I have news for you. How one commits to action makes all the difference. I could jump and hope the beast is late. But I know in my infinitely bad luck I am probably wrong, and this jump shall probably play out with my death. Knowing I am going to die in the middle of this jump gives me an advantage.
    Do I have to accept this fact? No. Can I twist fate knowing this fact? I most certainly can, and for my survival I most certainly will.
    I jump, sailing above the raging waters below, but unlike a stupid scared rabbit, I do not keep my back to my pursuer. I twist my body in the air and face him. I don’t care about my back hitting the rocks, a little soreness in exchange for life is a small price to pay.
    It is a majestic dragon indeed.
    With my face towards the beast, I see the claws sailing towards me, and the body of the beast so close I can reach out and touch his scaly hide. With the knowledge of where the claws are, I use this to my advantage. In the split-second before his massive claws impale me, I place my boot in a position to meet the beast’s foot before his claws grasp me.
    When my boot hits his hide, I kick away.
    The claws snap shut inches from my face, and I am propelled away from the beast’s missed chance, landing on the rocks where I intended to be in the first place. I land hard, rolling head over heels, and most likely I shall feel this pain for days to come.
    But I am alive.
    And I never give an attacker a second chance.
    I roll to my feet, slam my elbow into the rock to stop myself, unsling my crossbow, and load one of my three last bolts with a quick cock of the weapon. I slam the weapon into my shoulder and take aim.
    A dragon flying away has one weak point. It is not the most chivalrous place to target, but it is one of the least armored spots on a dragon’s underbelly.
    My crossbow bolt sails through the air and lands with a satisfying thunk into the tender flesh on the beast’s anus. I didn’t score a direct hit, just left of his sphincter, and it sticks in far enough that I hope the fucking lizard has the pain of a thousand hemorrhoids shooting through its scaly ass.
    It screams so loud it shakes the damned valley.
    Now I pissed you off, and in that, another advantage goes to myself.
    An attacker thinks it has the advantage. When it fails to land a blow, it gets angry. Now, it takes a lot of energy to maintain a level of anger, so an attacker will try to lash out as quick as possible in response. At this point, a wounded attacker needs to use its rage