The Queen's Garden (2)
"Here's the necklace you commissioned before."
"At last... you've obtained it."
As I held out the necklace, Queen Isabella took it with evident delight.
"Ah, it's exactly the same as back then. What a relief."
She fondled the necklace for a good while, beaming like a young girl. For someone infamous for her ruthlessness, this giddy side was a first for me. Was it really that precious?
"A sinister magic is emanating from the pendant on the necklace. Do you know why?"
"No need to worry. It's because black magic was used when crafting it."
The queen opened the pendant. An image rose like a hologram—her childhood. A happy family scene played out vividly.
"Daddy, stay right there!"
"Haha! If you catch Daddy, I'll buy you something yummy! Come on, catch me, Isabella!"
"You two, you'll get hurt! Walk properly!"
It was young Isabella frolicking in the family garden with her father.
"When Mother made this necklace, she split open Father's corpse, extracted his brain, and created this memory. Something our brains can't do on their own. That's when the black magic was used."
I understood the desire to preserve precious memories with her father to revisit whenever she missed them. But the method was brutal—rummaging through a dead man's brain.
"Was this commission just to relive memories with your father?"
I'd thought it was some grand secret-revealing artifact. And it had cost lives...
"What, is the ending too bland?"
The queen smirked.
"My subjects call me a cruel queen without pity or tears, but they're wrong. I had to become ruthless because others were heartless to me. Deep down, I'm just a sensitive, fragile woman. Recalling my childhood amid this bleak routine brings such joy. Memories of Father are especially dear. This necklace is more precious to me than anything in the world—worth more than gold or jewels."
Values differ from person to person, I suppose. Fair enough.
I nodded slowly and spoke.
"You haven't forgotten the promised reward, have you?"
"Reward? Talk to Head Maid Marie about that. She'll ensure you and your guild are handsomely compensated."
"Seems you've forgotten. What I wanted wasn't money. Forgive me, but recall our talk from two years ago."
"What did we say back then...?"
Two years prior, when accepting this commission, I'd boldly demanded before the queen and her ministers:
"Grant me unlimited pardon authority. The power to pardon my own crimes at any time, and others' as well."
"Pardon authority to forgive your own crimes and escape punishment? Forever? That's absurd!"
"Madman!"
I remembered the ministers in the audience chamber gaping in disbelief. But I held firm.
"If you won't grant it, I can't take the commission. I need a pardon sealed by Your Highness and the queen."
The gods had commanded me to protect Queen Isabella. To do so perfectly, I might need forceful control at times—or even be rude to her. For instance, if I said right and she stubbornly insisted left, who knew if I'd have to kidnap her and drag her right? Better safe.
"You. You said the gods commanded you to protect me?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Obvious lie! He's after something!"
"Hmmm... Very well. I grant it."
The queen ignored them and promised the pardon. But facing fierce opposition, we compromised: not unlimited, but ten pardons total—for myself or others.
"Ah, I remember now."
The queen smiled.
"The pardons, right? I'll have them brought out when you leave."
"I've reported everything. I'll wait outside."
As I bowed and turned, she called.
"Wait."
"Any further commands?"
"You..."
Her blatant gaze raked over my body. She eyed my cock with intrigued interest and smiled.
"Are you impotent by any chance?"
What the hell? Me, impotent?
I bristled but smiled calmly.
"If you're referring to my manhood, it's perfectly healthy."
"Then why isn't it hard? Don't you see me as a woman?"
"I'm merely showing Your Majesty due respect."
"Respect, hmm. As expected, you're an upright man. That's the answer I wanted."
"Pardon?"
She approached slowly, then squatted before my cock. She flicked the downward-curving tip like a faucet and said,
"This palace crawls with assassins. I can't trust anyone. I despise people who harbor secret thoughts behind polite faces."
Staring fixedly at my cock, she looked up at me. Her small, beautiful face gazed upward.
"If it had gotten hard, I wouldn't have trusted you. You'd clearly be fantasizing about raping me mid-conversation."
My initial hunch was right. There'd been a trap. Good thing I hadn't gotten aroused by her body. I'd counted sheep in my head to hold back.
But this woman... wasn't her method flawed? Shaving down there could get most men hard, yet this test would kill off average guys.
"Marie. Come out."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
A nearby branch rustled violently. Marie leaped down from above, now in black assassin garb, a loaded crossbow in hand.
Wait, these people? If I'd gotten hard, they'd have killed me for real?
And when did the head maid climb the tree? She looked like a housekeeper, but her skills were impressive.
"Congratulations, Mr. Naru. You've passed the test."
"Test?"
"I need more guards to protect me."
Marie silently exited as the queen continued.
"Sir Latimore, who's served me diligently, is aging. He fears his body's decline and waning will. So I needed a strong knight to succeed him. Marie and Sir Latimore recommended you. Hence the test."
Still squatting, her gaze fixed on my cock.
"You didn't lust after my beautiful royal form. Look—it's not even hard. Not a drop of precum... Impressive."
She lightly gripped my cock with her fingers and parted her lips seductively.
"A reward is in order."
She took it into her mouth. A wave of warm wetness crashed over me, making my body twitch.
"Ngh, Your Majesty...!"
"Pledge your loyalty to me from now on."
Slurp, slurp, smack.
Was this some knightly oath ritual? One hell of an oath.
But loyalty? I'm a free hero. I'll protect you, but I won't bow to any power. If she pushes, I'll use a pardon to shut her up.
But... not the issue now.
"Urk...!"
I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. My cock felt sucked into a black hole!
Her oral skills were unreal. The leech-like sucking and licking overwhelmed me. This must be what they mean by succubus!
"Mmm, nicely shaped. I wanted to see it hard before sending you off."
The blowjob ended quickly. In mere seconds of her sucking, it stood perfectly erect. She stroked the rigid shaft a few times, then rose with a satisfied look.
Huh? That's it?
"Is that the end?"
"Yes. Disappointed?"
"......"
"Make me happy from now on, and I'll consider more."
Teasing my desires on purpose, she smiled slyly. A dancer by origin, she knew how to handle men. Planning to tame me through lust?
If so, why stop at erection? Finish me off or something.
Not wanting to dance in her palm, I snorted openly.
"Even blander than the necklace's ending."
If she thought she could toy with me freely, she'd be gravely mistaken. I'd survived countless near-death escapades—adventuring suited my bold, fearless gut.
That same daring shone now, facing the kingdom's most dangerous woman.
"There are plenty of women out there. A quick taste won't satisfy me. The moment I leave, I'll forget what you did. I'm not your average man."
"Whining for more? Men are all so hasty with lust."
"You misunderstand. I've embraced so many women with figures like yours that there's no longing. It's that common a body."
"What?"
She stared, as if she'd never met such audacity.
Then I swiftly activated my trump card. Not premeditated—just a sudden impulse. Leaving? Fine, but I'd provoke her: not an easy mark. Leave a strong impression.
I cast it.
Penis Elasticity Enhancement
Right after, my 90-degree erection twitched. Melissa had loved testing it first. The queen wouldn't differ.
Moments later, I proudly displayed the transformed, ballooning cock.
"See this? I've never lacked women, so lust won't tempt me—it's a waste of time. Want my loyalty? Try elsewhere."
"Erect again from that state..."
Admiration lit her eyes.
"Incredible. Excellent. Hero's doing?"
The former 90-degree hard-on now stood nearly 180, tapping my navel. More blood swelled the veins visibly; length and girth increased slightly.
Secondary transformation: success.
"Then I'll head out. I'll wait outside—take your time."
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"What's the rush?"
Visually stimulated, her reason fading? Staring piercingly at my cock, licking her lips—the queen's expression suggested leaving would take time.