"Deal," Sylvana answered without hesitation, "however, let's leave it after the purification ritual."
"Purification ritual?" I asked, my head tilted to the side.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I have preparations to make and enemies to keep an eye on."
"Enemies?" I raised an eyebrow, swiftly catching the meaning behind her words. "Humans?"
"Humans, yes," she said, her expression hardening. "For the past two weeks, they resumed their raids on our northern borders. Not just scouted, but full-blown assaults. They burn our sacred groves, they poison our rivers, they take our people as slaves."
Her fingers tightened around my waist, a flicker of old pain crossing her beautiful features.
"Their goddess, Uriel, grants them strength. Their light burns our forests. Our magic wanes where their crusaders march. We've held them back for a century, but... their new tactics are ruthless. They fight with a fervor that feels... unnatural."
'Fuck, it's the holy pigeon again,' I thought to myself, my fists clenching at my sides. 'Her war is escalating.'
"The ritual will grant me strength to hold them," she said, her voice low and serious. "Sigh... I want to do more than holding them; I want to push them back to their stinking, walled cities and burn them to the ground. I want to make them pay for every tree they've cut down, for every elf they've enslaved."
Her emerald eyes glowed with a cold, hard light, a stark contrast to the lust that had been there just moments ago.
"For burning our great world tree."
Ah! Yeah, the humans teamed up with an undead dragon to burn down the old world tree.
"My Lady," I said softly, my hand reaching up to cup her cheek. "I share your hatred for them."
She looked at me, her expression unreadable for a moment, then she leaned into my touch, a sigh escaping her lips.
"Good," she said, her voice a little softer. "I need allies. Real allies. Not the sycophants in my court who would sell me out for a prettier dress or a sharper blade. I need someone who understands the price of power. Who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty."
'Or their cocks wet,' I added mentally, a small smirk playing on my lips.
"But for now," she said, her expression shifting back to a sly, seductive one, "we have a deal to seal."
She then leaned in, her lips brushing against mine.
"Thank you for the... gift," she murmured, her eyes flickering down to her magnificent, 50-inch cock. "It's been a while since I've felt this... alive."
She then kissed me.
It was not a gentle kiss.
It was a kiss of possession. A kiss of power. A kiss that tasted of my own cum.
Teeth scraped lips until copper bloomed between us. Her tongue speared so deep I could feel it nudging the back of my throat again—like a second, smaller cock reminding me where the real one had just been. When we finally broke apart, a glistening bridge of spit and semen stretched between our lower lips before snapping.
"I hope to see you at the banquet tomorrow," she said with a wink.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, my own grin matching hers.
She then stepped out of the tub, her massive cock swaying between her legs like a pendulum of pure, unadulterated power. She didn't bother to dry herself, her glistening body a sight to behold as she walked towards the door.
"Oh," she said, pausing at the doorway, looking back at me over her shoulder. "And Morgana?"
"Yes?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Don't be late."
And with that, she was gone.
Click!
I was left alone in the steamy, cum-scented bathroom, my body aching, my mind reeling from the sheer, mind-breaking absurdity of it all.
"Hehehe~... what a ride."
I sank back into the water, the warmth seeping into my sore muscles, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans.
The queen. Sylvana.
She was a complex one. A walking contradiction. A proud, powerful ruler, a horny, insatiable slut, a desperate, pained soul, and a cunning, ruthless politician.
I could see the demonic corruption in her, a faint, insidious poison that had worked its way into her very essence. A weakness. A vulnerability.
But the corruption only affected her.
So far, the demonic energy was trapped inside the palace, and as far as I could sense, only Sylvana had a direct connection to it.
This is a blessing. I saw what demonic corruption could do, how it twisted, how it consumed.
But Sylvana was different.
She had control.
The fact that it was contained within the palace walls and the queen was the sole host meant that the demon gods' influence was limited.
"Herma, what did you find?" I asked my assistant.
When I used my transformation skill to give the queen a bigger cock, I secretly placed a marker on her, a tiny, almost invisible speck of my own blood.
A door.
A way for Herma to scan her, to see inside her, to understand the nature of her connection to the demonic energy.
Ding!
[Analyzing... The connection is... complex. It is not a full possession. More like... a symbiotic pact. The queen provides a vessel, a focal point for the demonic energy. In return, she draws power from it, using it to enhance her own abilities. The corruption is... a price she is willing to pay]
'A symbiotic pact,' I thought to myself, my eyes narrowing.
This changes things.
Sylvana wasn't a victim. She was a willing participant.
She made a deal with the devil.
And the devil was delivering.
But for how long?
"The percentage of corruption?" I asked.
Ding!
[The queen's body is currently 58% corrupted, centered mostly around her reproductive organs and the right side of her body. Her mind remains largely intact, but her emotional state is... volatile. Her connection to the demonic plane is unstable, but it is growing stronger]
58%!
That's high.
Very high.
She was playing with fire, and she was getting burned.
'Good,' I thought to myself, a predatory grin spreading across my face. 'The more she relies on the demonic energy, the easier it will be for me to deal with her.'
I can proudly say that in this entire universe, no one knows demonic energy better than me.
I spent years in Hell, I fought, I killed, I consumed, I became the demon queen.
"Ahh~... how I missed that sight," I let out a moan of pleasure, "A sea of impaled demons, their screams of agony, their blood watering the plains of despair."
I closed my eyes, the memories flooding back, the scent of brimstone, the taste of sulfur, the feel of demon blood on my skin.
But that was in the past.
I am a goddess now.
A goddess of breeding.
I don't need to destroy.
I need to build.
I need to breed.
"But demons need to learn their fucking place," I said, my eyes snapping open, a cold, hard light in them. "How dare they invade the world that my dear wife created?"
I need to find out who Sylvana is dealing with.
Which demon gods?
So I could fuck their asses with a 50-inch looooonge~ dick.
"Oh, I forgot to prepare my gift for the queen," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.
'Lament, is it ready?' I mentally sent a message to my lovely undead daughter.
'Yes... Mother,' Lament's cold, emotionless voice replied in my mind. 'The... gallows are ready.'
"..."
'Stop being an emo bitch,' I snapped. 'I'm talking about the white beast. Did you manage to make it?'
Silence.
'Yes... Mother,' she finally replied, her voice a little less... dead. 'The white beast... is ready.'
'Good girl,' I said, a wide grin on my face.
Swiftly, I finished washing and drying myself before I got out of the bathroom. The suite was empty, the two maids long gone, their discarded uniforms still lying on the floor.
I put my clothes on—unfortunately—and made my way to the stable where they kept the white stag.
Along the way, no one dared to stop me or even look at me. They all just lowered their heads and scurried away, like mice fleeing from a cat.
I guess the news about the queen and me sharing a 'hot' bath has spread like wildfire.
I entered the stable. The air was thick with the smell of hay and horse shit, but underneath it, I could smell something else.
Something pure.
Something magical.
Cum.
"Hehehe... I see you had a nice time too," I chuckled, spotting the white stag, its magnificent antlers gleaming in the dim light of the stable. Next to him was that doe from earlier.
"Sigh... I was planning to taste the stag first, but who knew a doe would beat me to him."
Shaking my head in amusement, I walked towards them. The doe quickly hid behind the white stag, as if she had been caught cheating with someone else's husband.
"It's ok, my dear," I said, my tone gentle. "I'm not here to steal your man... yet."
...
Ten minutes later, I walked out of the stable, a wide, satisfied grin on my face.
"Sorry, Sylvana, I don't hate you much, but I hope you enjoy your new... gift," I said to myself, my eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Now then... let's go find my little Aeli."