I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World

The Royal Chamber of Renjiro felt hot and steamy, the air buzzing with the wild energy of Renjiro And Elaria bodies pressed together. 

Elaria, a stunning elf with shiny hair and skin that glowed like the moon, let out a loud, happy squeal. 

"YES!" Her voice shook with joy, dizzy from the amazing feeling of Renjiro's big cock pushing deep into her tight elven pussy. 

Her slim legs wobbled around his waist, her whole body giving in to his fast thrusts. It was all she could think about—his thickness stretching her, filling her, driving her crazy. 

Nothing else mattered—not the war outside, not her past, not even that Renjiro was her king. She just wanted this feeling to last forever. Her bright eyes fluttered, half-shut with desire, as her small hands gripped his strong back.

"Keep pounding this naughty pussy! I need you more and more! Your cock feels so good! Don't stop! I'm so close!" Elaria begged, her voice a needy, sweet cry that bounced off the stone walls of the royal bedroom. 

She held tight to Renjiro's wide shoulders, her huge, soft breasts squashing against his sweaty chest. 

Her pink nipples brushed his skin with every bounce, sending little shocks of pleasure through her. 

The way she moved against him—her hips rolling, her thighs shaking—was too tempting. Her long, pointy elf ears twitched with each thrust, showing how sensitive she was, and her hair fell messily over her shoulders, framing her red, pretty face.

Renjiro growled, her words lighting a fire inside him. Seeing her—his beautiful elf lover, moaning and wiggling under him—pushed him over the edge. 

Her tight pussy squeezed him, pulling him deeper, and the heat in his balls grew too strong to hold back. 

"That's it! Take it all deep inside!" he shouted, his voice rough and loud. 

With one hard push, he slammed into her, hitting deep past her limits. His cock throbbed as he let go, shooting a flood of hot, thick cum into her womb. 

It felt wild—his seed spilling inside her, claiming her fully. His hands grabbed her hips tight, leaving marks on her pale skin, as he poured everything into her, his chest rising and falling fast.

Elaria's eyes popped open, shining with pure joy as her whole body shook. "Ahh! Yes! Fill me up!" she cried, her voice turning into a loud, lovely elf moan that filled the room. 

She felt every burst of his cum coating her womb, warm and full, marking her as his. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around him, squirting her own wet release all over his still-hard cock. 

'I'm his majesty's wife now!' she thought, the idea hitting her like a rush of happiness. Her orgasm crashed through her, her slim body trembling hard. 

Her long ears turned pink at the tips, and her big breasts jiggled with every shake, sweat on her skin glowing in the soft candlelight.

….

Three Days Later: 

Beyond the borders of the elven lands, a grand army stood ready in perfect formation. Beneath the fierce, blazing sun, elves were arranged in neat, disciplined rows, their armor glinting faintly in the light. 

The air buzzed with quiet tension, each soldier poised for action. At the forefront of this impressive force stood three commanders—Lorien, Lirael, and Selena—each radiating authority and strength. 

Their sharp eyes scanned the horizon, hands resting on the hilts of their weapons, ready to lead.

Behind them towered ten massive Giant Golems, each one a colossal figure of stone and magic, rising over twenty meters into the sky. 

Their rough, rocky surfaces shimmered faintly with runes, marking them as Circle Nine golems, among the most powerful soldiers of Renjiro, the Elf king. 

The ground seemed to tremble slightly under their weight, a reminder of the raw power they held. These were not mere statues; they were engines of war, silent and unmoving until given a command.

Lariel, a tall and graceful elf with flowing hair, stepped forward from the ranks. Her longsword caught the sunlight, its polished blade flashing brightly as she dropped to one knee in a respectful bow. Her green cloak fluttered lightly in the warm breeze, and her voice rang out clear and steady.

"Your Majesty! As you ordered, the Huntress Corps has unleashed all our magical owl scouts. Their keen eyes now watch over a five-kilometer radius around us. We've spotted three major dangers: a goblin nest to the north, a corrupted spider lair in the east, and a dire wolf pack roaming the south. Aside from those, only small magical beasts wander the area—nothing we can't handle."

Her words were firm, her tone confident. The magical owls, small creatures with feathers that glowed faintly, were already soaring silently above, their sharp senses feeding information back to the army. 

Lariel's report painted a clear picture of the land ahead, and she awaited her king's next command.

Renjiro, the elven king, stood tall at the center of the formation. His eyes swept across the distant horizon, taking in the rolling hills and thick forests that stretched out before them. 

The Crown atop his head glowed softly, its delicate branches woven with tiny gemstones that sparkled like stars. 

His long hair swayed slightly in the wind, and his regal armor, etched with ancient elven runes, shone under the sun. 

He carried an air of unshakable confidence, his presence alone enough to inspire awe in his soldiers. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice deep and commanding.

"Lorien and Selena, listen well. Each of you will take three Giant Golems and a squad of elves. Lorien, you'll head east to crush the corrupted spider lair. Selena, you'll march south and deal with the dire wolf pack. As for the goblin nest…" He paused, his lips curling into a faint, dangerous smile. "I will handle it myself."

His words carried a weight that settled over the army like a storm cloud. The commanders straightened, their expressions sharp with excitement. Lorien, a broad-shouldered elf with short hair and a stern face, nodded silently, already planning his attack. 

Selena, lithe and quick, with piercing eyes, gave a small bow, her hand tightening around the bow slung across her back. The soldiers behind them shifted, ready to follow their leaders into battle.