Chapter 51: Waves of the Lake and the Sovereign’s Decree

Chapter: Waves of the Lake and the Sovereign’s Decree

Fafnir’s strength finally gave out as he carried Griselda over his broad shoulder after hours of prolonged combat and intense lovemaking. His massive body suddenly collapsed, and the two of them fell together into the calm waters of the lake with a loud splash, like a small explosion. High waves rose immediately, then gradually receded, leaving the surface slowly rippling around their intertwined bodies.

Fafnir’s body floated on the surface of the water, his broad back touching the gentle waves, while Griselda lay completely on top of him. Her alluring and sensual body clung to him as though it were part of his own. Her enormous, heavy breasts pressed firmly against his muscular chest, their warmth spreading across his skin, while their legs remained tightly intertwined until they seemed like a single body. His cock was still buried deeply between her thighs, enjoying the warmth of her moist, slippery inner flesh and slowly rubbing against her swollen, wet vaginal lips with every slight movement of the waves. Fafnir felt the rapid beating of her heart against his chest and smiled, exhausted and deeply satisfied.

Several minutes passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the gentle sound of the water, their uneven breathing, and the scent of sex mingled with the pure fragrance of the lake. They simply enjoyed the relaxation after the heated encounter that had preceded their fall into the water. Then Griselda broke the silence in a low voice carrying a hint of both sarcasm and satisfaction:

“You really poured out all your grudges on my pussy and ass… didn’t you, old Fafnir? Even the lake water is full of your semen.”

Fafnir gave a low, mocking laugh that made the water around him tremble slightly and reached out to squeeze her waist.

“Well… back in our era, I never had the opportunity to fuck you the way I truly wanted. I dreamed about you for many long nights, knowing that you fought me during the day and slept alone at night. So I took this opportunity to carve myself into you forever… into every one of your openings.”

He paused briefly, then added in a quieter tone as he gently caressed her buttocks beneath the water:

“We also had an old score between us… blood, hatred, and small betrayals. But consider all of that a thing of the past now. There is nothing left but this.”

Griselda listened to him, then raised her head slightly and stared into his eyes. She gave him a crooked smile.

“You really are incredibly spiteful, old man. I only fought you a few times in the past, broke some of your teeth once, and burned one of your wings another time… yet you held onto your grudge all this time. I’m genuinely impressed. Most males forget after a century or two.”

Fafnir laughed louder this time, his deep voice echoing between the surrounding mountains. His large hand reached beneath the water and slapped her ample, dark-skinned buttocks hard, making the flesh ripple visibly even above the surface and leaving a clear red palm print on her soft skin.

Griselda jolted and moaned loudly, the sound mingling with a muffled laugh:

“Ah…!”

Then she frowned at him and pinched his waist hard in retaliation, leaving a small red mark from her fingernail. Fafnir laughed at her reaction for several seconds, then asked while gently stroking the place he had slapped and pressing it softly with his rough fingers:

“So… what exactly is our relationship now? We’re no longer enemies… but we aren’t lovers in the traditional sense either. So what are we?”

Griselda answered with obvious indifference, though she tightened her thighs around his cock while it was still inside her and felt it pulse again:

“You have to take responsibility for your actions. Your repeated ejaculations inside my pussy and ass could make me pregnant… and besides…”

She paused, pressing herself against him and slowly moving her hips in a circular motion beneath the water.

“I’ve become addicted to having sex with you. Your body, your scent, your size, even your anger… all of it has become an addiction. So I won’t leave you even if you wanted me to. I would chase you to the last cave in this world.”

Fafnir’s mind seemed to stop for a moment. He stared at her in genuine astonishment mixed with something resembling primitive pride. He raised his other hand and touched her cheek.

“So… are you saying that I might become a father in the future? I… Fafnir… a father?”

She answered with complete honesty, her eyes gleaming with something resembling a challenge:

“Yes. I’ve already begun to feel the formation of an egg. There’s a very high chance that I’ll become pregnant. Females of my race can sense these things early… and my womb is warm, open, and ready now.”

Fafnir listened to her words with absolute seriousness. When he understood their true meaning, a sudden wave of excitement and pride swept over him, almost making him laugh from the bottom of his heart. He raised his head slightly above the water and laughed loudly, his entire body trembling with the sound:

“This is wonderful! The great one is about to become the greatest father in history! Hahahaha! I’ll teach him how to fight, how to kill, how to fuck… and I’ll make the whole world kneel before him!”

Griselda watched Fafnir’s excitement from the side with a smile, then decided to tease him. She pressed her breasts firmly against his chest and whispered near his ear:

“This is only a possibility for now. Maybe I won’t become pregnant… perhaps your old body is no longer capable of impregnating me. So don’t raise your hopes too high, mighty one.”

Fafnir’s laughter disappeared instantly. He stared at her face for a long moment, then his smile returned, this time filled with mischievous determination. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pressed her firmly against him.

“What you’re saying is true… but the great one has a solution.”

Griselda was surprised and raised an eyebrow.

“And what solution do you have?”

Fafnir suddenly rose from the water, bent his torso forward, wrapped his arm behind her thighs, and lifted her with astonishing ease onto his broad shoulder. Her buttocks faced proudly toward the sky as water streamed from her naked body down his back. She cried out in surprise mixed with a hint of excitement:

“Ah! Fafnir… what are you doing?! Put me down!”

He answered while giving the buttock beside his face another powerful slap, making her moan again:

“I’m going to fuck you dozens of times… hundreds of times if necessary… until I make sure you become pregnant with this mighty one’s child. I’ll fill your womb until there isn’t room for another drop. Then I’ll wait… and if you don’t become pregnant, I’ll do it again and again.”

Griselda cried out once more, “Ah!” and wondered whether she had perhaps gone too far in provoking him… and whether what awaited her would be even more intense and pleasurable than she had expected. He carried her firmly over his shoulder and hurried back toward the cave, his heavy footsteps shaking the ground beneath his feet as the wind played across her naked body hanging from his shoulder.

At the summit of the Mountain of Beginning and End, the gathering of the races was nearing its conclusion. Cold winds lashed their faces, while dark clouds hovered over the summit as though awaiting a momentous decision.

Thorin looked at the six representatives before him with a cold, merciless gaze. Standing upright like a statue, he spoke in a clear voice that allowed no argument:

“Your races must withdraw from all human territories that you conquered five thousand years ago… within one year. No negotiations. No delays. No exceptions.”

The rulers were stunned by the outrageous declaration. Their faces began to form mocking smiles, as though they had just heard a terrible joke. Vulcan, King of the Werewolves, was the first to speak, his voice gruff and filled with contempt:

“Do you realize what you’re saying, human? We acquired these lands through our strength and our blood. Giving them up is impossible. Your humans are weak… and we are the strongest.”

Elena, Isabel, and Lilith confirmed his words almost in unison, their eyes gleaming with anger and arrogance:

“That’s right. We won’t give up a single inch.”

Gabriel and Theresa, however, remained silent, as though they understood something the others had not yet realized.

Thorin had expected this response. He looked at Eleanor with a smug smile, which she returned with one of her own. Then he turned his gaze back to the representatives before him and said in a deadly cold voice, lowering his tone until it became even more dangerous:

“This is the Sovereign’s will. Any refusal will be considered an insult to the Sovereign himself. And the Sovereign… does not forget insults.”

The rulers froze in place. For a moment, they had forgotten that the Supreme Human had returned, and that he was now the ruler of humanity. The mere thought of the consequences caused their faces to gradually turn pale.

Isabel hurriedly said, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt to conceal it:

“This decision requires consultation with the elders of my race. I cannot make it on my own. We need time… at least two months… and then we will inform you of our decision.”

The others quickly nodded their heads and repeated:

“We need some time. This is a major matter… it cannot be decided immediately.”

Thorin replied with a cold, mocking smile as he turned slightly to look toward the horizon:

“Discuss this with your people. But know this: the Sovereign is known for his lack of patience. If you anger him through your delay… you will bear the consequences yourselves. And believe me… the consequences will not merely be war. You will be erased.”

The rulers’ faces grew even paler, and not one of them dared to respond.

On the abandoned island, loud sounds emerged from Fafnir and Griselda’s cave—moans, slaps, and the sounds of flesh striking flesh, echoing between the rocks like a savage song.

After carrying her inside and throwing her onto the large bed with its luxurious mattress and soft red sheets, they resumed having sex with absolute abandon. Fafnir had already ejaculated inside her seven times in the lake and along the way, yet they continued without stopping, as though they wished to melt into one another.

Inside, Fafnir lay on his back across the bed, his muscles tense and glistening with sweat, while Griselda assumed a crouching position above him, her small, beautiful feet planted on either side of his waist. His thick cock entered and withdrew from her vagina rapidly as she moved her hips up and down forcefully, her enormous breasts trembling with every movement as she moaned loudly, filling the cave:

“Oh… this is wonderful… nnn… like that… hmm… deeper… ah, yes…”

Fafnir’s hands initially held her feet, pressing against her small toes, then moved upward to caress her soft thighs, squeezing their tender flesh as he groaned along with her in a deep voice:

“Ooh… you’re incredible… my dear Griselda… ah… your pussy swallows me whole… as though you were made for this…”

After several minutes of mounting pleasure, he reached for her sensual face and held her head between his hands, gently feeling her long, pointed ears. He pulled her head downward until their foreheads and eyes met. Looking at her from extremely close range, he said in a rough voice filled with desire:

“I’m going to move now… hold yourself firmly. I won’t show you any mercy this time.”

Griselda nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Fafnir began thrusting his hips with frenzied speed, making his cock appear blurred by the sheer velocity of his movements. His heavy testicles repeatedly struck her anus, while the soft flesh of her buttocks rippled with every impact. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the cave.

Griselda moaned like a madwoman as pleasure overwhelmed her mercilessly, her fingers digging into his chest:

“Ahh… nnn… ooh… don’t stop… ah… faster… even faster… nnn… I’m going to come… I’m going to come now…!”

After five minutes of relentless pounding, Fafnir suddenly withdrew his cock, aimed it toward her anus, and thrust it forcefully inside in a single motion. Griselda screamed in surprise at the hot shaft violently penetrating her rear:

“Kyaaah! Don’t tell me… oooh… it’s so big… ah…!”

He continued at the same frenzied speed, penetrating her opening repeatedly. It entered and withdrew hundreds of times until the opening became loose and unable to close easily, while the flesh around it became red and swollen. After another five minutes, he withdrew and returned to her vagina with even greater force, striking her cervix with every thrust. Then he returned to her anus once more… and continued alternating between the two openings for a full hour without any real pause.

Fafnir’s handsome face turned crimson from exertion, while veins bulged along his neck, forehead, and arms. He felt an enormous amount of semen gathering in his testicles like a volcano on the verge of erupting, and said in a trembling voice filled with absolute exertion and pleasure:

“I’m about to release a huge amount inside you… an amount I’ve never released before… get ready…”

Griselda answered in a broken voice overwhelmed by ecstasy, pushing her hips toward him:

“Fill me with your seed… make me pregnant… flood my womb, pussy, and ass with your semen… fill me until I overflow… I want your child… I want to carry your mighty child…!”

It was as though a nerve snapped in Fafnir’s head when he heard her obscene words. He increased his speed to its absolute limit until his entire body became a violent blur of motion. Then he delivered one final, immensely powerful thrust, driving the head of his cock completely against her cervix.

Fafnir cried out as though his very soul had left his body:

“Ooooh… Griselda…!”

He released an enormous amount of thick, hot white semen directly into her womb. It filled her instantly, with the excess overflowing outward around his cock and running down her thighs and onto the red sheets.

When Griselda felt the head of his cock pressing through her cervix and the hot semen filling her, her eyes rolled back and she released an enormous, prolonged moan that seemed to shake the entire cave:

“Nnnnn…! Ah… I’m overflowing… overflowing with you…!”

Her strength then completely failed her, and she collapsed limply onto Fafnir’s body. Their bodies remained pressed together, sweat and semen mingling between them inside the dark cave.

His cock remained inside her, pulsing as it released the final drops, while Griselda breathed heavily against his chest, gently stroking his hair. She whispered in a quiet, exhausted voice:

“…If I still don’t become pregnant after this… I’ll ask you to do it again… and again… until it works.”

Fafnir smiled, exhausted and deeply satisfied, wrapped his arms tightly around her, and whispered into her ear:

“I will… until this womb is carrying our child. That is a promise.