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Meanwhile,

The moonless night hung heavy over the kingdom.

Not the gentle kind that lulled peasants to sleep beneath lantern-lit streets, but a suffocating silence that pressed against castle walls like a held breath.

Somewhere in the distant hills, thunder grumbled or was it the rumble of siege engines being rolled into position?

Some questions remained unanswered.

Nonetheless,

The throne room was cold, despite the hearths.

Torches flickered casting those dancing shadows like in a cinematographic shoot, across the ancient stonework.

The banners of House Faeren hung limply overhead, the white and gold, the colors of peace and wealth.

They no longer felt honest. The silks had faded. The threads starting to decompose.

It's not an unknown fact that tensions are rising, not only, demon, neighbouring kingdoms but even the heavens seem to be against them.

**

King Alvar, an old man with a limp dick, sat on the edge of his chair, not the throne itself. The throne was too high, too cold.

Tonight, he did not feel like a king.

His advisors stood in a loose circle around the war map, voices low, with wrinkled faces that seemed to have given up.

Recently their strongest knight army was killed; Over 50,000 knights died to defend against a demonic attack.

"The scouts confirm it," muttered Lord Selwin, his armor still dusted from travel.

"The empire has crossed the Narren River. Five legions, with siege mages and wyverns."

"They move fast," said Chancellor Roval, pale and sweating. "Too fast. The north is unprotected."

"It's all your fault," spat High Marshal Dorek. "You delayed the levy call. We have no reserves—"

"Objection!!! We have no gold!" Roval barked in defense.

The argument reignited. Accusations flew. Yet no solutions followed. These fucking nobles like to push the blame on each other.

King Alvar rubbed his temples. His hands trembled slightly.

"They have waited ten years," he said, softly. "Ten years since the last war. Biding their time. Watching like an eagle waiting for the perfect opportunity. We have lost our strongest knight army, and even the mage squad."

"They've been waiting for weakness," Dorek, a tall man replied. "And they have seen it."

"And yet you all sit here," Alvar murmured, "arguing about gold while the storm comes."

Hearing this, no one answered.

The king stood, and the room fell quiet.

"Leave us!!!"

They looked at him, confused and shocked.

"Now!"

All men bowed and filed out, cloaks swirling, armor clanking, the boots making that annoying noise but in moments the silence returned.

Only one figure remained near the archway.

She was tall, poised, and unmoving.

She was Queen Ellaria.

She stepped forward, hands folded before her.

Unlike her old husband. She was young, fresh, just a sexy MILF.

She wore no crown tonight. Just a midnight-blue gown embroidered with silver threads, its neckline scandalously low by court standards.

A sheer black shawl fell around her arms like a veil of smoke.

She was elegance incarnate, her posture perfect, her steps soundless. Her beauty hadn't faded with age because she was a mage.

If anything, it had sharpened. A sculptor's masterpiece in living flesh, near the king she looked like a swan eaten by a toad.

Alvar turned toward her, his expression remained unreadable but he was worried.

"You heard about news coming from the bread town?"

"I did," she said. "I always hear about things coming from all places."

"Husband... Don't get it wrong, but the word seems to be changing, you are old, you are no longer suitable to be king."

"Wha—" before he could speak further, Queen plunged a dagger into his chest.

He died. Yeah.

Anyway,

The queen looked at the map... The chance to defend was all gone.

They had lost their strongest force and the only way for her to survive was by surrendering and offering her body for pleasure.

"Sigh! What a curse... Everything seems to be going downhill."

She turned away from the table, walked to the tall arched window, and stared out over the moonless city.

Smoke still lingered from the torchlit streets. Somewhere, people were likely still drinking, still laughing, completely unaware that the kingdom was hanging by a thread.

Her hand clutched the dagger still slick with her husband's blood. She didn't feel guilty.

She felt free and alive.

"I suppose I'll need to change dresses," she muttered to herself.

She rang the bell rope. Within moments, a servant girl peeked in.

"Your Majesty?"

"Burn the King's body. Quietly."

The girl blinked. "My—"

"I said quietly," Ellaria repeated, her voice low but sharp as steel.

The girl paled and vanished like a mouse.

The Queen returned to her bedchamber.

She stood before her tall mirror, eyes scanning her own body. She unpinned the shawl and let it fall to the floor.

Her fingers moved slowly over her shoulders, loosening the tight gown.

Her breasts spilled free, heavy and proud, still perky from decades of practiced magic and potion use. Her hips were wide, fertile, made to carry power and give birth to princes... but no longer. Not for that old man.

Maybe she needs a new man to plow her. Just saying.

Nevertheless, her body was her last weapon. Her kingdom's final offering.

"An adventurer from the Abyss," she whispered.

The guild reports had described him in vague terms. No noble house. No background. Yet his strength had rewritten what was thought possible. Monsters slain. Forbidden relics recovered.

The report says the gods themselves had marked him… or maybe abandoned him.

She bit her lip. "Let's see what sort of monster he is."

She dressed again, this time with no royal crest.

A tight red dress hugged her curves, backless, sleeveless, slitted to her hip. A queen in name, a courtesan in silhouette.

The world is full of information and she has received a few reports about a man named Alan from an adventurer guild.

The receptionists have the blessing of magic eyes and she can see the total battle power of someone.

She is also a side employee for the royal family who oversees assassinations.

According to the report, this Alan seems to he growing rapidly, reaching 100k battle power, the battle power of powerful figures within 3 days.

And currently, his battle powers are unknown, and her eyes are incapable of seeing it.

From the report, she has also learned that this Alan likes to fuck women and has 16 inch long dick.

How the fuck did they even collect such data, anyway, Queen can't help but get horny.

Anyway,

She closed the folder and exhaled, her fingers resting lightly on her lower lip, mind drifting.

"Sixteen inches… huh."

A slight flush crept into her cheeks, and she shook her head to clear it.

This was no time for daydreaming.

The fate of her entire kingdom sat on the edge of her decisions. And possibly, on the edge of that... sword.

She stepped out into the corridor. The castle was quiet now. Most of the servants had retired.

No one dared ask where the king was. They all knew. Or would soon. But no one would speak.

It's not like it mattered anyway... Other nobles would be planning to leave this place as soon as possible.

Power shifted quickly in Alvenhold.

And tonight, Queen Ellaria was the storm.

She passed the throne room again, barely glancing at the bloodstained rug.

Two knights, aka her knights, stood at attention. Their faces were unreadable, but their loyalty was proven long ago.

She said nothing as she walked past them.

They bowed low.

The Queen's carriage was already waiting outside, black and gold, bearing no crest. A message had been sent to the Adventurer's Guild earlier that evening requesting a private audience.

And,

She would not be denied.

The ride was silent.

Her fingers tapped gently against her knee as the city lights passed by.

No cap, but she wanted to meet this Alan and see his strengths.

If he is worthy, she doesn't mind being a fucktoy for him.

Her womb is his to plant his seeds. Let the strong child grow on this land.

Nonetheless, need to check his strength first and use him to defend the nation.

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Meanwhile,

Alan was busy at the Countess's house.

Those three women couldn't walk yet, despite the fact that he fucked them in the morning.

"Sigh... What have you done to my daughters, geez, did you breed them?" Countess asked from under the dining table, sucking Alan's cock while Alan ate dinner.

"Umm, don't worry, tonight I will breed you too... "

"Ahh... But I want a son this time."

Shlurrrrp* Slurrrrr* Shlurrrp*

She began to bob her head up and down, taking his cock into her wet mouth.

The texture was perfect, it was warm, wet and her tongue was like a snake.

"Son? That's all up to luck."

Umm* Shlurrrp* Slurrrrp* Slurrrrp*

mwaaaaaa~

"Uhh, hurry up and finish eating food... I want you to eat me. I am so exhausted, after a good sex with you, I want to sleep peacefully."