The King Of All Pussy

I grip the gauntlet enclosing my right hand, tightening it into a firm fist. The pulsating energy emanating from it seems to respond to my determination, growing in intensity. My eyes fixate on each member of the court, conveying a mix of urgency and challenge.

"Where are my wives?" My voice resonates through the hall, echoing with authority. Each word is pronounced clearly and resolutely. "Time is running out!"

Tiberius, with his eyes filled with hatred, stares at me disdainfully, his voice filled with resentment as he responds. "They have been found. They are safe and being transported here, along with their captors." His words cut through the heavy silence of the court, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone present.

I nod, aware that I must wait a few more moments. Despite the urgency in my search, I cannot ignore the need to dress appropriately. With a quick motion, I open the inventory I carry in my mind, containing my essential belongings.

As I examine the available items, I carefully select what I was wearing before. I take out a pristine white lab coat, a symbol of my identity as a scientist. I slide it over my shoulders, feeling the softness of the fabric and the familiar comfort it provides.

Next, I grab a pair of black pants, whose precise and elegant cut fits perfectly to my body. They encase my legs, giving a professional and determined appearance, quickly the previously inactive devices are activated, and the metal arm begins to move on my shoulder.

Standing on the throne, I attentively observe the central door slowly opening, revealing my precious wives accompanied by their captors. I rise with an indifferent gesture, ignoring the ninja's body near the throne. She is completely devastated, her vagina red and white from her virgin blood and my male milk.

With a determined step, I begin to walk towards my wives. Their faces exude fear and uncertainty, as they have never been treated this way before. However, upon seeing me, their gazes fill with relief and joy. It is a familiar face approaching them, a symbol of protection.

As I advance towards them, they tremble slightly, still haunted by the violence and oppression they have endured. But at the same time, a spark of hope shines in their eyes. They know that with my presence, the storm comes to an end.

With a fluid motion of my gauntlet, I lift them into the air, enveloping them in my powerful grasp. Their fragile and trembling bodies are supported by my energy, and tears of relief begin to roll down their faces. They cling to each other, sharing a moment of liberation.

At this instant, the force of my boots lifts me, making me float in the air, transcending the limitations imposed by the ground. I ignore the curious and disapproving looks cast upon me. I am beyond these trivialities, completely focused on reuniting with my beloved wives.

First, I embrace Wildy, the youngest and most fragile dark elf among them. Her silver eyes stare at me with a mixture of admiration and gratitude. I hold her firmly, conveying security and love. Then, I draw closer, kissing her in front of everyone. She opens her mouth and says, "Why did you take so long?"

After hearing her words of anguish, I hold her in my arms and whisper in her pointed ears, "Wildy, I had an unexpected event, but now it doesn't matter anymore!" Wildy is a magnificent Loli; when we return to the secret base, she will be the first to be defiled by my human seeds again.

Suddenly, Kinzy, the first dark elf I violated, embraces me tightly and starts crying as well, accompanied by the large melons of Hinizy, the matriarch's servant of the tribe, who squeezes me tightly between her white breasts, her red eyes making me happy.

Next, I turn my attention to the other wives, Arianazy and Antrazy, one by one. Each embrace is filled with the strength of weeks of longing and despair. They cry, their sobs merging with countless released emotions. In this moment, everything around us fades away, and it's just us, united in an unbreakable bond.

I gently land on the ground, feeling its solidity beneath my feet. My gaze turns to the captors who are still present. I look at them and see regret shining in their eyes. I feel the strength of my wives' arms squeezing me, surrounding me, as if they fear I will disappear if they let go.

I take a deep breath, seeking calm and clarity amidst the storm of emotions. With a discreet signal, I make my wives understand the need to stay quiet and wait.

I approach the kneeling and handcuffed thieves, observing them carefully. There are five in total, three men and two women. Their faces reflect a mixture of fear and awe in the presence.

With my mind focused and my senses sharp, I mentally command the mechanical arm that responds promptly, carrying out my request with efficiency and precision. The arm moves and the metallic hand quickly presses the trigger three times in a row.

Beams of energy shoot from the gun's muzzle and penetrate thieves' skulls, striking their targets with surgical precision. The thieves fall dead instantly, their threats silenced forever.

After eliminating the threat, my attention turns to the two women present in this tense moment. One of them is a fox woman. This fox woman is another extraordinary sight of beauty. Her ears, covered in fur, emit a faint glow, giving her an otherworldly appearance. With three lush and silky tails, she exudes a unique grace.

[Mental Note: Is everyone in this damn world a fitness model?]

Her pink hair is long and flowing, cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders. It has a soft rosy tone and seems to glow subtly, perfectly matching her eyes.

The fox woman's eyes are a soft and dazzling pink, like two rare jewels. They are large and expressive, brimming with ambition and cunning. Looking into them, one can feel a profound calm, as if she fears no death.

Her imposing height puts her well above the average human, approaching 3 meters [118.1 inches]. She carries herself differently, and each movement is executed with feline grace. Her large, full-bodied form is adorned with a mage's robe that accentuates her curves.

The other was a beautiful human, but there is no comparison to the immense fox who looks more like a giant.

Looking directly at them, with a firm posture and confidence in my words, I say, "Tell me your names."

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