Chapter 63
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: 61. The Elf Queen is Mine
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It was a memory from my childhood.
As a little kid, I was walking hand-in-hand with my mom when a sudden jet of water burst from the ground, startling me.
"M-Mom... what's that?"
"Oh, that's a fountain, sweetie."
"Can I drink the water?"
"No, it's dirty. No-no."
Suddenly, that memory flashed back. Looking at the Elf Queen, I could almost see that fountain from back then. She was spraying jets of fluid just like one.
Though it was different in one key way. The liquid splashing onto my face was the Elf Queen's holy nectar.
Her royal essence, no less.
But that wasn't the problem.
Why the hell is she squirting so much? I glanced at the bed. The naked Elf Queen was bucking her hips, her pussy gushing water.
She'd try to stop, but her hole would twitch, her thighs quiver, and another torrent would spray out.
"Hic... Haaaahhh... I-It won't stooop..."
What the hell was going on? I'd given her a little guidance, sure, but not this much.
Was she masturbating all this time? No way. Even then...
Why was she so worked up?
Right—it hadn't been long since she'd been totally clueless about pleasure. I'd shown her the ropes, but that didn't mean her libido would suddenly explode like this.
"Elf Queen."
"Hah?! Y-Yoo Eun-ha?"
At my call, she scrambled to cover up. Too late.
"Trying to clean up now? What about all this pussy juice you've sprayed everywhere?"
Her holy nectar had splashed all over, filling the queen's bedroom with steamy heat.
Any guy who walked in here would get rock-hard on the spot and pounce on her. The scent was that intoxicating.
"Th-This is..."
"You heard I took down the Demon King, right?"
Not exactly by my hand alone, but the Demon King's army was wiped out. And everyone knew I was the star of that show.
"Y-Yes."
"So, the Elf Queen belongs to me now?"
"Ughhh..."
"More importantly, why are you so turned on? Be honest with me."
I casually slid my fingers into her pussy.
This was punishment for drenching my face in her squirt.
Squelch-squelch.
"K-Keeps thinking of your face..."
"And? That's not all, is it?"
No matter how much she liked me, this was over the top.
It'd only been two days. Sure, she might crave seeing me, but this level of frantic masturbation crossed a line.
Still, I had a pretty good guess.
"You kept thinking how adorable it was... and got off on the idea of masturbating in the back while your people were dying out front?"
"......Yes."
"So the Elf Queen is a total pervert. Color me disappointed."
Her face crumpled at "disappointed."
"Wh-What? A p-pervert?"
"You know—your subjects are dying, but you ignore them to finger yourself and chase pleasure. Right?"
Gulp.
I could hear her swallow, clear as day to my sharp ears.
"And the thought of your people despising you for it makes your body tremble? You're cumming just from imagining it?"
I whispered as I rubbed her clit with my palm. Even after all that squirting, more juice leaked from inside her.
How much of a pervert is she?
"Y-Yes... Yes, that's it!"
Maybe I should fuck her while walking the streets someday. Pounding her tail-high through the palace would be hilarious.
"But that's your right as queen. Who cares if your people drop dead? The king is absolute in the Elf Kingdom, isn't he? If the queen gets off watching them die, what can they do? Complaining would be the weird part. Right?"
"I-Is that... how it is?"
Drunk on pleasure, her mind foggy, Eline swallowed my words whole. She should doubt them as queen. But no doubts. My pleasure had been that sweet. The look in her eyes was pure, lovesick infatuation.
"Exactly. So masturbate all you want. Make up for all the lost time. Right? Tell me your honest feelings."
Now I got it. I still couldn't shake my old habits from the Azidahaka days.
How else could I worm into someone's psyche?
If I wanted, I could seduce married women easy.
"Wh-What do you..."
"What do you want to do to me? Forget the people. They're useless anyway, making you worry like that."
Full-on tyrant project underway.
Her subjects were disposable. Mere fodder for the queen's depraved pleasures. I'd burn that into her brain—no matter what fantasies she had about them, it was her prerogative as queen.
I teased her clit, keeping her pleasure teetering on the edge of climax.
"The real Demon King stands before you. The one who conquered the Elf Queen's heart. Want a secret? If you're my Elf Queen, I'll love you without restraint. How's that?"
Right now, she could grind against me all she wanted. A special perk.
"But... falling for someone after just two days. And you're so much younger."
"Love doesn't care about age or time. Love at first sight counts too. Think about it—no one's ever made you feel this way before me."
I gently stroked her cheek.
Her eyes brimmed with desire now.
Raw hunger to devour me, pleading from her gaze.
Gulp.
My words snapped her reason. She lunged like a beast, shoving me onto the bed.
Her plump breasts mashed against mine as she leaned down for a kiss.
A feral one.
Now she tangled our tongues, unleashing her lust. Kissing me possessively, marking her territory.
Not quite skilled, but desperately trying to ravage me with her tongue.
"Feels good?"
Elf Queen Eline was already rubbing her dripping pussy against my thigh.
Her motions were adorably clumsy.
Fine. She said she was older, so maybe let her take the lead a bit.
Awakening her sadistic side would perfect the tyrant project.
Why make her a tyrant? Simple. It's hot as hell. A sweet, gentle queen suddenly devouring her maids, tormenting her people, turning into a cruel witch.
"Y-Yes."
"So Elf Queen Eline likes girls after all."
How else would she react like this?
"M-Me?"
"Yeah. You like women. Can't let a beauty like me slip away. Your inner female conqueror has awakened."
I whispered in her ear.
"Wanna rub your pussy on my face?"
She nodded hesitantly.
She'd loved what I'd done to her at dawn—wanted to try it herself.
Then go for it.
I lay back on the bed, and she straddled my face. Her mature pussy hovered inches away, inner walls twitching, drooling nectar.
"Your clit's erect. Labia look swollen. Come on, lower it."
"O-Okay."
Her inner lips were impeccably neat. Most women her age had asymmetry or sagging, but not her.
Perfectly pristine. Almost unrealistically pink all over. Yoo-jeong and Reina were similar, but a married queen like this? Pink? The office wives I'd bedded back then were all well-worn.
Slurp.
"Eek! Hiiik!"
I nibbled her inner lips—not biting hard, just licking slow like melting ice cream.
Sluuurp!
"H-Hiiiik!"
I lavished her outer lips too. Licked, nipped, sucked—and suddenly she grabbed my head, grinding her hips herself.
Each thrust filled the air with her thick, feminine musk.
It was getting me wet too. Couldn't hold back.
Slurp-slurp!
Sucking, even shoving my tongue into her entrance—her ass jolted.
Her hips froze, then bucked. As I relentlessly teased her hole, she clutched my hair with both hands.
And finally, she unleashed a massive gush into my mouth.
Industry award? Purer elf than Reina—her squirt reeked even more of raw female.
I couldn't catch it all; it overflowed, soaking my clothes.
Slurp, gulp.
She kept her pussy glued to my mouth, squirting nonstop—I had to swallow.
From my mouth to my throat, her feminine scent exploded—tart, with a weirdly addictive tang.
Spurt-shhh!
She kept bucking and flooding. This stuff was loaded with mana.
Regular nectar was sweet, but this squirt? Drinking it surged mana through me. Elf Queen indeed—even her fluids were nectar. Some unknown power welled up.
No, pure drive. And I wasn't content just taking it.
"Can't hold back anymore."
"Huh?"
Fist meets fist.
Eye for an eye.
Mana with mana.
Excited, I shaped my tail into a massive horse cock. Extra-large gift.
Time to switch. I flipped her over, mounting her like a stallion claiming a mare, tail aimed at her pussy between her legs.
"Heh heh heh. Pussy right there."
Straight to her begging womb.
Squelch.
"C-Cuuuumiiingg?! ♥"
Horse-cock tail pierced to her cervix in one thrust.
Her womb already overheated—no need for more teasing.
A few strokes in her spasming pussy, then I flooded her womb with mana.
"Kyyyaaahhh!"
"Your moans are always so wild."
Wild? Pound her harder.
Full-power pistoning mid-ejaculation. Her pussy had molded perfectly to my thick tail-dick.
She'd never be satisfied by any other cock. Not that I'd allow it.
"Hiiik! I'm dying! Nooo!"
"What would the elves say if they saw this?"
Her face was lost to bliss, but her pussy clenched tight.
Good—another load. She'd expelled mana-rich squirt; time to replenish.
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt!
"Hiiiiiik!?"
As I came, she flashed the happiest female smile imaginable, climaxing spectacularly.
Flopping like a live fish was just bonus.
"I'm not done yet. Mind if I keep going?"
Eyes rolled back, passed out—but I railed her till dawn.
By morning, only a twitching fish remained on the bed.