Blood Elf Monarch

WARNING:

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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Two women and an elf elder walked alongside one another through the lush trees of Evergreen Forest. Among the group was an older woman who donned a neatly pressed, immaculate white uniform. Trotting merrily beside her was a young girl dressed in an all-black, formal ensemble talking incessantly as the party made their way through the greenery. 

"Elder Anmar, this place is amazing! If we were on Earth right now, this place would be an amazing honeymoon destination worth hundreds of dollars!"

Unable to comprehend the human girl's words, the elder simply nodded as she continued to escort her. Ever since they began their journey from the palace, Layla had been chattering relentlessly, but her words were full of references and remarks that neither of them had the ability to understand. The elder's continued silence eventually gave Layla the impression that she was no fun to talk to, opting to pester the Kingsblade captain instead. 

The three finally arrived at the separate royal residence; a private, secluded place hidden deep in the woods. The building was simple, but luxurious. 

"We have arrived." The elder announced. Layla stared at the structure that rose in front of her, brows furrowed in clear worry.

"Sister Raika, are you sure it's okay for us to intrude on the newlyweds right now? We should probably give them another day or two."

"Unfortunately, King Callan had been waiting for the groom, and we came here in accordance with his wishes. We shouldn't worry too much. After all, it's already noon, and they should be ready to accept guests by now," the elder said.

As the three approached the front door, they saw a woman already standing there, as if expecting their presence. She looked up to address them, and the group paused to stare in shock. The woman had pretty, flowing golden hair that cascaded down her back. At first glance, Layla thought she was her new sister in law, but upon closer inspection, Layla could see that her figure was more mature, a few lines of age beginning to crease onto her skin. With this in mind, there was only one person it could possibly be — the Vanyar queen.

They met in the middle of the pathway leading up to the building, the elder quickly bowing before announcing their intentions for coming.

"Your Majesty, we are here to -"

"Shhh, be quiet!" The queen interrupted before she could finish speaking.

The group stared at the queen in dismayed silence, unsure as to why the usually refined queen was behaving strangely all of a sudden. But now, as they listened intently, the low voices that had previously sounded like stifled murmurs in the background became clearer. Within moments, they realized the source of the voices was behind the door.

"Aahhh… dont stop!! Ahhh!"

"Call my name princess... say it!"

"Tristan! Tristan! Don't stop! Ahh!"

A few moments of silence hung awkwardly in the air between the four of them.

"That fucking animal! I swear -" Layla unconsciously swore, before hurriedly clamping her mouth shut as she felt the queen's burning glare pierce right through her. 

"Whatever it is you want, it can wait! Leave immediately, and I'll send someone to inform you when they are finished!" The queen exclaimed in a half-whisper, but the implied threat in her words was as clear as day.

The three were forced to turn back to the path they came from as the queen stayed in place, waiting with a slight grimace in her expression, while leaning against the wall next to the door.

Still speechless after what had happened, Layla could only stare in shock while the other two dragged her away.

"What kind of family my brother is getting into… they are all crazy!" Layla thought to herself as she blinked and came back to her senses, right as she reached the gate.

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The two newlyweds had been going all out for quite some time now — it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were fucking like rabbits.

More than 12 hours had passed since the wedding ceremony ended, but not once did they stop. Now that Tristan understood the meaning of 'bonding' between elves, it was as if his reservoir of stamina grew endless. The pleasure from it was far too addicting.

From the connection, the sensation was enhanced twofold. This time the pleasure was not only a surface level feeling that settled on his skin, but also something that reverberated deep within him.

He could sense the bright golden sparks he sometimes saw inside Serene connect with the crimson colored energy emanating from inside him. If he had to draw comparisons, the feeling was similar to when he used his [Blood Seal] technique and a thin red string of energy had appeared, but this time accompanied with extreme pleasure. And the pleasure was exhilarating. He couldn't stop, nor did he have the desire to. He just continually plowed in and out of the goddess splayed underneath him.

He flipped Serene over and entered her core from behind. Making sure she was comfortable, Tristan adjusted his position and kept thrusting from the new angle. Before, she was only moaning occasionally, only when she could no longer contain herself. But now, her moans completely filled the room, as if she was trying to etch her pleasure onto the walls. The sensations he had felt earlier multiplied, becoming more potent as her shouts grew louder and more frequent.

A sudden thought crossed his mind about being heard from outside, but it was quickly dismissed. Instead he shifted his focus again onto the beautiful goddess in his grasp, her once stern and pretty face twisted blissfully in pure carnal pleasure.

"Aahhh! Ahhh!"

It was at this time when Tristan could finally feel it — a burning sensation at the base of his stomach. In an instant, he knew that the euphoric release he had been chasing for so long had finally come. He closed his eyes and braced himself as his body quivered. The release was a total and complete explosion of the pleasure that had been building up for so, so long. The dam had finally broken. 

"Aaargh!"

Trembling, Tristan shot his warm load deep inside her and stained the bed. Finally, he had fully regained control over this foreign body with the release. It was a total, all-encompassing satisfaction. Especially after years of imprisonment, he felt he had finally regained the youth that was stolen away from his life.

He was initially unsure as to whether the goddess below him felt the same amount of pleasure as he did. But seeing her expression now, still contorted with desire, Tristan decided it was not yet the time to stop. Tristan suddenly thought of a way to enhance the experience even more, especially for her.

"Trust me now, princess."

Serena mouthed a 'yes' with a low whisper in response, her heated breath on his face causing Tristan's libido to burn even brighter.

He tore off a piece of the bed silk, using it as a makeshift blindfold to cover her eyes, before tightly clamping both her wrists together with one hand. He tore another piece off to bind her wrists together. The silk was secured tightly, but not uncomfortably so, the soft material rubbing together as she struggled against it. 

The idea came from his Katra training and the gauntlet tournament. During his training, he learned that when one sense was limited or restrained, the others would become sharper in order to compensate for the loss. In this case, the loss of sight would enhance the sense of touch.

Yet again, he began to passionately plow into her with determination, seeking to please the goddess in front of him. She trembled each time Tristan's penis touched her sweet spot. Her breathing was ragged, and her hips started to shudder with every movement as she came closer to the edge. Tristan returned the favor, chest heaving as he licked and sucked her neck each time she went down. They kept going for hours. From their shared connection, Tristan could feel her come closer and closer to her climax.

After a few more hours of total pleasure, Serene finally catching her breath and slowing down, Serene gasped as she collapsed into the mattress in complete exhaustion. By the end, Tristan had managed to reach his release three times.