"Thud, thud." I could hear the sound of thunder. It was so loud that my ears began to hurt, as if lightning had struck right beside me. Was opening this door really no big deal?
"Who the hell are you?! "You dare wake me from my sleep?!"
A frightening voice came from the darkness.
I had just entered a vast cave through a massive stone doorway. Towering rocks surrounded me on every side, their shadows stretching across the cavern walls. Everything inside was carved from stone—the dining table, the rooms, even the bed itself. It felt as though I had stepped into a completely different world hidden deep within the cave.
"I am asking again—who are you?!"
The voice roared through the cave, shaking the stone walls and sending a chill down my spine. It echoed endlessly, as if the darkness itself was speaking. I remained silent. My heart pounded as I moved forward, step by trembling step, toward the narrow stone stairs. At the top stood a tall, shadowed chair—the source of the voice—watching me from the darkness.
I slowly removed the helmet from my head and set it aside, wanting a clearer view of what stood before me. The air felt heavy and cold against my skin. For a moment, there was only silence.
"Who are you, girl?"
Then the voice spoke again—this time calm, almost smooth.
The gentleness in the tone startled me more than the shouting had. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I began to make out the figure seated on the tall chair. Shadows clung to their form, revealing only fragments—a still posture, an unreadable presence. Whoever it was, they watched me closely, as if studying me in silence.
"Woooow," I breathed, my mouth hanging open as if my jaw had forgotten how to close.
What the hellll!! Those melting melon boobs. My mouth watered as my eyes feasted on those Large beautiful boobs.
My whole brain was nothing but boobs—boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs
I took a deep breath.
"My name is Samira, and I have come here with Tara, the elf princess."
"So what? Why have you woken me?"
A cold, furious voice echoed through the cave.
"I… I—" My words caught in my throat. Before I could finish, the cave shuddered violently. Rocks tumbled, dust rained from the ceiling, and the ground beneath me quaked like the earth itself was screaming. My heart raced, my legs nearly giving way under the tremors.
"I amLara Leviara the DEMON QUEEN"
I staggered, barely able to keep my footing, gripping my sword like a lifeline. When I finally lifted my gaze, I froze. Before me stood a figure of terrifying beauty, her eyes burning with fury, radiating a presence so powerful it felt as if the very air around her was bending to her will. And then I was distracted by the beautiful bouncy boobs.
She was breathtaking—every movement, every glance, carved with impossible beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. And looking at those melons my pussy was dripping from the sight. I wanted them—every inch of their melons, their presence, their perfection I want them for myself.
I suddenly saw the below part of her body. There was no cloth to cover. A pink wet pussy which was dripping drop by drop.
As my gaze lingered, the Demon Queen's eyes flicked toward me, and for a brief moment, a flash of something almost...like—embarrassment, perhaps—crossed her face. Then, in the very next heartbeat, darkness lunged.
A blade tore through the shadows, faster than my mind could register, and slammed into my chest with the force of a thunderclap. Pain exploded in my chest, knocking the air out of me. My knees nearly buckled.
"Suuufff…" I gasped, the sound barely escaping me, swallowed by the oppressive aura radiating from her. The cave seemed to shrink around her presence; every shadow, every stone trembled as if acknowledging her power.
And then… she smiled.