Eternal Kingdoms: Dark Dawn [Complete] - 29

The Eternal Kingdom: Dark Dawn 12

Author: Earth in Heaven

Chapter 1: Struggle in Vain
Chapter 2: Prelude
Chapter 3: The Wedding is in Progress
Chapter 4: The Queen's Re-enactment
Chapter 5: Lust
Chapter 6: Tonight, Let's Enjoy It to the Fullest
Chapter 7: Lustful Chastity
Chapter 8: Lust and Blood
Epilogue: Exile
Side Story: The Last Trust

Chapter 1: Struggle in Vain

There were still five oil lamps, still the room of the Cins sisters, still that abandoned bed, still two women. He clearly remembered that recently, in this room, he had done something he shouldn't have done with his cousin; going back even further, he had raped the Cins sisters here. These memories, whether beautiful or ugly, were actually enviable.

Tonight, he would here, ruthlessly rewrite his record.

"Is this place safe?" Butterfly Dance looked at the spacious bed, making conversation to cover her embarrassment and panic.

"It's safe and bright. If you regret it, I can restore your power and let you leave innocent. I don't always like to force women..." Blue's lecherous eyes kept scanning the two women, his engorged penis throbbing with desire.

He was afraid the two women would try something underhanded, so on the way here, he had cast "Breath Severance" on them, temporarily sealing their magic and power circulation to prevent them from changing their minds. He already had a hard time trusting women, and recently he had encountered too many women who broke their promises, making it even harder for him to trust them. Besides, Butterfly Dance was known to renege on her promises; how could he trust her?

"Bastard, does it have to be like this?" Butterfly Dance tried to persuade him.

Bru lay on the bed, looking at them, and sneered, "Queen, you were the one who brought this up, and all the way here you tried to persuade me with your words, but I only acknowledge your lower tongue. I'll ask you one more time, do you want me to treat the captives well?"

It's undeniable that she is the leader of the elves, revered and loved by them.

But besides these, what else does she possess? Love or freedom? No, she has gained nothing.

Love is a distant, nonexistent legend; all she gained was marriage—and she has no freedom either.

Her life is bound to the roots of the elves, unable to break free.

Or perhaps, what she truly possesses are four beautiful and kind daughters.

She loves her daughters deeply, and they love her too.

Unfortunately, her daughters cannot share her loneliness, even though they have tried to understand, or perhaps already know... These marks of time…

She had spent half her life in peace, then another half in turmoil; she was weary. For nearly a century, the war with humans had been an endless torment. She had thought that by escaping the human world, the elves would return to the peace of the forest, and she too would find inner peace. For a time, she believed this wish had come true. Now, thinking back, perhaps only when the elves completely retreated into the silence of death could the long-lasting terror end, and only then could she find liberation.

Everyone was tired, everyone was tired,

because of grief and despair.

Blue found it difficult to fathom the complexity contained in a simple sentence; he only knew that Butterfly Dance had once again gone back on her word, which filled him with resentment. Looking at her tragically beautiful back, he said without a trace of guilt, “You sacrificed everything, toiled for over a century, all to protect them? Now you only need to toil for one more night, and they will receive better treatment. Why have you gone back on your word again? Since you like to lie to me, I will remove the barrier and let humans abuse and slaughter them at will!”

“How can you face my daughter?” "Butterfly Dance stopped.

"I don't need to owe anyone anything, because no one expects me to become a saint!" Bru glanced at Ashira, his eyes filled with lewdness.

Ashira had seen many men's "lustful" gazes, but she couldn't meet Bru's eyes. She turned her face away and said shamelessly, "I never said I wanted to trade with you, nor did I promise you anything. I followed you here only because... I had no choice."

"Wait..." Butterfly Dance suddenly turned around, her cold eyes fixed on Bru, and asked, "What do you mean by going back to remove the barrier?"

Bru puffed out his chest, looking like a sycophant, and said in a strained tone, "Empress, you're finally listening to me? The problem is simple. Because I'm unhappy that the Empress deceived me, I devised a plan to imprison the prisoners to threaten her." Ashira

said, "You used prisoners to achieve your despicable purpose?"

Bru said matter-of-factly, "I often do this kind of thing. Now I'm using them to achieve my dream. Why make such a fuss?" "Besides, everyone knows you're the Elf King's lover. Whether he sleeps with you or I sleep with you, it's all the same. Just be decisive. Maybe after I've slept with you, you'll think I'm much better than the Elf King, and you'll be eager to be my lover, Sister Ashi…"

"Slap!"

Suddenly, Bru was slapped across the face by her, who had teleported over. He was stunned for a moment, his cheek twitching with pain. Suddenly, he grabbed her collar and slapped her face with lightning speed. With a "slap," she screamed and cried out in pain, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. He roughly threw her to the floor.

It all happened so fast that Butterfly Dance was also stunned. She quickly regained her senses, turned around, helped Ashi La up, glared at Bru, and shouted, "Do you want to ruin her face?"

"I don't like being disfigured even more…" Bru said firmly, walking to Butterfly Dance's right side, bending down to put his arm around her waist, and carrying her towards the bed. "Queen, if you don't want to be abused, you'd better learn to behave." "Now, apart from being more beautiful than ordinary women, you're no different from them. Don't expect me to stop my lewd behavior; that's harder than asking me to eat shit. Resistance is useless. Keep your promise and let me fuck you half to death, and everything will be negotiable."

"Bastard, you really raped the Queen? She was your mother's mistress and her good sister! She protected you and your child; how could you treat her like this? She is your reborn mother..." Ashira saw Bru carrying Butterfly towards that evil bed (the bed was innocent), and was shocked to realize that the great woman of the Elven race was about to be raped by a lowly bastard. She couldn't help but shout angrily.

Bru threw Butterfly onto the bed, pounced on her, and pressed down on her hot body, his lust rising: "Finally, I'm going to fuck you! Let's kiss first..."

Butterfly was unprepared. When he hugged her, her heart panicked, but she was powerless to resist! Pressed down by him, and seeing his thick lips covering hers, she pushed his face with her hands and shouted: "Bru, the deal is off!" " I promise, after victory, I'll spare your life!"

"When you win, you'll rape me back!" Blue's face swayed a few times, still held up by her hands. His lecherous eyes glared, and he spat out a mouthful of saliva. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the saliva cleverly scurried into her mouth. Looking at her shocked, angry, and ashamed face, his lustful blood boiled even more, his lower body hardening and throbbing painfully. He roughly forced her hands behind her head and kissed her sensual lips; before she could react, his wicked tongue had already entered her mouth, shamelessly teasing her.

Ashila sat on the ground watching. She wanted to get up and help Butterfly Dance, but she knew very well that at this moment, they were both... Lu could play with the chess pieces however he wanted. Besides, the cruel slap he'd given her had left her hesitant, only able to glare angrily, only filled with helpless worry…

Bru was rude—he always was.

He roughly bit Diewu's lips, brutally tearing at her clothes…

Ashila watched Diewu struggle desperately, watched Diewu's clothes being exposed piece by piece, and finally, she saw Diewu's mysterious private parts. Her astonishment outweighed all other emotions, simply because that area was unusually colorful.

Diewu's pubic hair was actually colorful!

Unable to use magic or force, Butterfly Dance was even more delicate than an ordinary woman. No matter how she struggled, how could she contend with Bru? Yet, she saw his engorged penis rubbing against her mysterious and sensual area, the thick, long shaft radiating an alluring, magical light. Her private parts quickly released glistening fluid, wetting her colorful pubic hair, which glowed with a seven-colored, erotic light.

Butterfly Dance's movements became strange; although Bru kissed her, she emitted strong moans…

How could Ashira have ever witnessed such a lewd scene? Though filled with shame and indignation, her curiosity grew, and she desperately wanted to understand what was happening: Butterfly Dance's pubic hair was already unusual, so why was Bru's penis emitting strange light?

In her astonishment, she saw his left hand reach down, grasping the thick, massive penis, pressing the large, blood-spurting glans against Butterfly Dance's vulva. She wanted to shout, to tell Butterfly Dance, to stop what was about to happen, yet she also wanted to see the thick, hard penis inserted into the Queen's vagina...

Butterfly Dance's feelings mirrored Ashira's contradictions. She hadn't expected Bru to be so despicable, suddenly using the most vile lewd techniques on her, arousing her intense lust. No matter how much she wanted to refuse, desire permeated every nerve in her body, burning every nerve of desire, causing her dry vagina to instantly become engorged and burst with fluid...

A tremendous feeling of expansion filled her thoughts.

Bru's burning, lustful penis pierced through the colorful pubic hair, overturned the fertile mound of flesh, plowed through the moist riverbed, reaching the depths of her flower lake, where it splashed with gentle waves...

He looked up and cried out in pleasure!

Butterfly Dance groaned incessantly…

“Oh! Oh… Ah! Bastard… You really? Oh… You… You… You despicable me! I should have killed you back then… Oh! Ah… So full… So… So good, I… Ahhh…”

Butterfly Dance lived up to her name; although penetrated by the Beast Whip, she wasn’t completely lost, but rather in a semi-mad state, hence her contradictory groans. However, Blue’s penetration was incredibly pleasurable for her body; it was only her inner resistance, her acquired cultivation, and her innate talent that allowed her to resist the aphrodisiac power of the Beast Whip.

Therefore, she didn’t completely succumb to the Beast Whip’s lewd power, but sometimes resisted, sometimes lost herself.

"Oh! Ashila... Ah! Insert... Insert me... Ashila... Save me..."

Bru had intended to penetrate her, force the issue, flirt with her, and continue to toy with her. Unexpectedly, her vagina was incredibly tight. Once his penis entered, he couldn't pull away, experiencing the same effect as penetrating a virgin, stimulating his blood to boil.

He embraced her as she struggled, his strong chest pressing down on her bent legs, kneeling and thrusting wildly. After dozens of thrusts, his engorged penis, gushing with lust, suddenly became even thicker, each thrust reaching the very end, causing her to gush with lustful fluids, making her moan like a scream...

Ashila stood swaying, wondering whether to pull away the beast-like Bru, but she dared not approach.

A moment later, she heard Butterfly's scream, jolting her awake. She saw Bru spread his wicked wings, and his thrusting penis, now like a small wooden stake, was at least three times longer than a typical male's penis. From her angle, she could vaguely see a long row of fleshy ridges along the back of his penis, like the hideous spine of a lizard.

Panic gripped her; the thought of him inserting his ugly penis into her vagina soon made her turn and rush towards the door…

“No! Queen, I don’t want to have sex with him…”

Butterfly Dance didn’t hear Ashila’s cries, nor did she know Ashila had escaped the room. At that moment, she couldn’t think of anything else.

Her mind was torn between lust and humiliation…

She tried to break free from this contradiction…

She struggled, but to no avail.

Chapter Two Prelude:

Butterfly Dance’s genitals bled. Blue’s thrusting was almost frenzied, but not truly frenzied! Although Butterfly Dance endured his maximum size, causing her genitals to tear and bleed with humiliating lustful blood, it wasn’t “virgin blood,” not enough to cause the “blood curse” to go out of control. His excitement stemmed from her suppressed yet still vast demonic energy, and even more so from her naturally occurring treasure orifice and self-regulating lustful techniques, causing the lustful beast whip to become unusually active.

If he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, he would have found it hard to believe that the noble and imposing Elf Queen would secretly practice advanced erotic arts. These arts, combined with her natural talent, were even more effective than those of Fu Enyu. No wonder Fu Enyu and Celine both said that even the Elf King, the most passionate lover among the elves, struggled to conquer Butterfly Dance's desires. This wasn't to say that Butterfly Dance hadn't experienced orgasm or satisfaction from the Elf King, but rather that he couldn't conquer her body with sex.

Moreover, Butterfly Dance had no love for the Elf King, and her sexual expression was naturally cold. Coupled with the indifferent nature of winged elves before they spread their wings, how could the Elf King arouse her sexual nerves? He also rarely had the opportunity to make love to Butterfly Dance, because he would complain to Celine that Butterfly Dance hadn't let him touch her for months. Aside from Butterfly Dance's private parts and erotic arts, with such poor treatment, no matter how powerful the Elf King was, he couldn't completely conquer Butterfly Dance; if he had already conquered her, why would he need to be so subservient?

No matter how cold Butterfly Dance was to him, he still desperately hoped she would occasionally show mercy and allow him to climb onto her body. Of all the women he had been with, Butterfly Dance was the most intoxicating. All the passion he had experienced with other women combined couldn't compare to the exquisite pleasure and stimulation of his penis entering "Butterfly Dance's hole"...

Blue had made love with Kelly and vaguely remembered that Kelly's vagina was warm; when his penis entered, it felt warm and comfortable. When he penetrated Butterfly Dance, he understood why Kelly was warmer than most women. It turned out that Butterfly Dance's vaginal temperature was abnormally high, even surpassing Kelly's.

Kelly was Butterfly Dance's eldest daughter; she inherited Butterfly Dance's "heat," but not quite surpassing her. The temperature inside Butterfly Dance's vagina was abnormally high. His penis, inside her juicy and hot passage, gave Blue the illusion of being "cooked," but in this strange heat, it was also exceptionally comfortable and exciting.

If he weren't a "sex monster," he feared his semen would have been "evaporated" the moment he entered.

Fortunately, he remained steadfast, his "pure white" semen still sparingly "guarding" his seminal vesicles.

Having penetrated Butterfly Dance for a long time, Bru didn't properly look at the "secret garden" he had ravaged.

Beneath him was the supreme queen; he should have cherished her before the devastation, but once inside, he didn't want to stop.

Thrust, thrust, thrust! He thrust wildly…

thrust that bitch Butterfly Dance to death!

Thrust the leader of the elven race to death!

Thrust her, the symbol of the elves, until she burst with juice…

Bru's reason didn't collapse, but his spirit was driven to madness with excitement. His powerful wrists restrained Butterfly Dance, panting like a boatman pulling a barge, sweat dripping like raindrops onto her chest, making her body glistening with sweat. The woman's flesh, even the tips of her hair and the roots of her pubic hair, glistened with sweat. The sweat of the two lecherous demons intertwined endlessly, as if their flesh were wet and sticky together.

After being fucked nearly a thousand times, Butterfly Dance's struggles subsided, or perhaps she felt that struggling was meaningless.

Sweat streamed down her still clear eyes, but it couldn't wash away the equally clear lust within them. This was the unique aspect of the "Beast Whip"—unlike other erotic arts that clouded the mind, it ignited a woman's passion while simultaneously keeping her conscious. However, her thoughts couldn't control her physical desires and inner yearnings, causing her to simultaneously plead for sex and resist with shame and indignation. In this contradictory emotional state, she gained unparalleled pleasure, thus sinking into depravity, obsession, and depravity.

"To conquer a woman's body and possess her soul amidst her pain and contradictory emotions is a man's highest honor and achievement." —This sentence clearly surfaced in Bru's mind. He couldn't know which ancestor had said it; perhaps all his ancestors had followed this philosophy.

Ever since Mansa awakened his long-dormant "lust," he had thought countless times about sleeping with the Elf Queen, yet repeatedly wavered in his resolve, for he was the lowest of the elves, a half-elf—how could he possibly seduce the noblest woman of the elven race?

But at this moment...

he is doing the impossible...

He brutally fucked Queen Butterfly's cunt!

He fucked her until her cunt was raw, until she bled, but she didn't feel any pain.

Her torn lower body felt only a burning pleasure and a tight, gurgling orgasm...

"Stop fucking me, I've had enough! Let me go, you can't fuck your daughter and then me..."

"I've already done it all, what else can't I do? Fuck, fuck you to death, you rotten bitch, make this old man proud!"

Bru thrust deep again...

Although Butterfly was only a little over 170 centimeters tall, her figure and physique weren't particularly tall, and her vagina was narrow, yet it could accommodate the maximum thickness and swallow the length—the entire mutated penis, mutated to its limit, with only a short section protruding from her vagina.

"Ah... I'll fuck you to death..."

Bru thrust hard, but the effect of the beast whip made Butterfly feel no pain. On the contrary, the pleasure of her clitoris being hit made her nerves numb. She glared at Bru with teary eyes, her angry and ashamed eyes swirling with a captivating allure.

His heart fluttered, and he felt her tight vagina suddenly twist and contort, as if trying to twist his hard iron rod into a thin, winding steel wire. His glans felt like a bulging steel ball inside, completely filling the bottom of her vulva. She sensed this interaction too; her alluring eyes blinked with a blue resentment, and a few moans escaped her lips, lingering in the air.

Based on his experience, Blue knew she had climaxed, but he remembered Celine's words and understood that her climax hadn't reached its peak because she hadn't uncontrollably opened her wings. He thought of the Elf King, and realized that even the lewd beast's whip couldn't make Butterfly Dance succumb to lust; it was understandable that the Elf King couldn't conquer her.

"It's said you don't love the Elf King..." Blue's penis pressed against her clitoris, his words striking straight to her heart.

The passion lingered on her beautiful face, but her expression didn't change much.

"Who said that?"

"Celine."

"She's not necessarily Axelsen..."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"I knew about Ranhua's affair with her all along, I just pretended not to know." Butterfly Dance said coldly.

Blue licked her crimson nipple and said, "You also knew about her affair with me beforehand?"

"I just found out..."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"I'm used to it." Butterfly Dance answered with shame and indignation. She had an "affair" with him, what else was there to be surprised about?

Blue looked up at her sorrowful face, a wicked thought flashing through his mind. He said, "Do you want to know how many elven women I've slept with?"

Butterfly Dance coldly retorted, "I don't have time for your filthy business."

"Ah? Kelly really wants to know! She's pressed me for answers several times, but hasn't gotten any. You don't want to know, but I'll tell you anyway." Blue feigned a lewd recollection, speaking in an obscene tone, "My first woman was Mansa, the second was Danma, then Nongyuan, Taeva, Fuenyu, Qimei, Yantu, Danyu, Danjun, Bachi, Magasu, Yanezhi... I won't list the ones you already know or those you're not interested in. Do you know what my regret is? It's that I didn't sleep with all your daughters, didn't put you and your daughter on the same bed... Wow, that was satisfying, Queen!"

Butterfly Dance's sexy, red lips were tightly pursed in anger after the shock. She hadn't expected that so many elven women had been raped by Bru before her, including noblewomen and royal wives, and now she was added to the list…

“Ah… Oh! Oh dear! Bastard, what are you doing?” Butterfly Dance’s rosy face showed surprise and panic.

“I was just about to ask you what you were doing? Ugh, so good, I’m going to cum!”

The moment Butterfly Dance tightly pursed her lips, Bru felt the inner walls of her vagina forming rings of flesh, rapidly contracting and squeezing his penis, and a powerful suction surging from deep within her. Most importantly, the flesh at the bottom of her vagina was like minced meat, gripping his engorged glans and rubbing it incessantly, causing his ejaculation to instantly loosen, and his desire to ejaculate to be unprecedentedly strong.

He hurriedly lowered his head, tightly embracing Butterfly Dance, and biting and kissing her wet lips. She resisted, of course. His tongue parted her lips and smoothly intertwined with hers. At the same time, her perineum twitched, and waves of heat surged through her. Hot semen spurted from his penis, filling her vagina.

"Oh! Bastard, don't ejaculate inside me... I... Ahhh! Hot semen—it feels so... good! Bastard... you!" Although Butterfly Dance enjoyed the tremor at the moment of Blue's ejaculation, her face was full of shame and indignation.

Bru pressed his face against hers, his breath brushing against her lips, and arrogantly said, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I've already ejaculated. Just wait for my seed to take root and sprout inside you, hehe."

Butterfly writhed, angrily saying, "If you've ejaculated, let me get up. Don't even think about getting me pregnant. Your semen is nothing but a stinking ditch."

Bru licked her lips, whispering, "I know you have a secret method for expelling or refining semen, but have you considered that if you abstain for too long, do you still have the confidence to say you won't get pregnant? Don't forget, I'm a half-elf, my semen is more effective than the Elf King's."

Butterfly's face changed drastically, and she shouted, "Even if I get pregnant with your seed, I'll destroy it."

"Destroy or keep, that's your business. I'll just plant the seed." Bru ejaculated the last drop of semen, still reluctant to pull his penis out, because her vagina was so warm; he lingered on her soft and elastic body, continuing to lick her cheeks and the corners of her mouth...

"I heard tomorrow is your wedding day. Do you have time to plant your seed in me?" Butterfly Dance's intelligence work is quite good, so she invited Blue at this time, right? She must also know that Blue promised Arthur that he would kill the prisoners the day after the wedding...

Blue laughed: "Queen, it's just planting a seed, one night is enough, isn't it? Although I really want to be inside you for the rest of my life, to become your greenhouse corn cob, I still have many lovers. I won't do something as stupid as 'giving up the whole forest for one tree.' So, I still have to go back to the forest tomorrow. After the wedding, I'll keep the prisoners who are good to me, kill all those who hate me, and then lead the humans to wipe you all out, and happily become the 'King'..."

(...Blue fantasizes...)

"You can be whatever king you want, just get out of my body first. It hurts so much..." Butterfly Dance interrupted Blue, her lower body was getting more and more painful, making her realize that she might be tearing.

Bru, with a mix of roguish charm and coquettishness, said, "Just a little longer, it's not completely soft, I don't know where to put it after pulling it out."

"Put it inside Ashila!"

Butterfly Dance snorted angrily, almost making Bru's penis hard: how could she say such a shocking thing?

"You're asking me to rape Ashila?" Bru said.

"Do you think you'll let her go?" Butterfly Dance retorted.

"I think you're more beautiful than her, and your status is higher. I've already had you, so I can let her go," Bru said tentatively.

Butterfly Dance turned to the side, grabbed his shoulders, and snapped, "No! Before you've slept with me, you're not allowed to touch her. Now that you've slept with me, you have to sleep with her too."

Blue chuckled like a lecherous worm, "What kind of logic is that? Is she trying to steal your husband?"

Butterfly Dance coldly replied, "What do you care about my logic? I have to sleep with her."

Blue feigned helplessness, "Fine, since you've said so, how can I disobey your orders? Even though I've left the Elf Clan, I'm still a half-elf. The Elf Queen's orders must be obeyed."

"Pah! You came up with this yourself, don't blame it on me." Butterfly Dance tried to push Blue away, but couldn't budge him.

“Queen, obediently spit out your saliva, or I’ll go back and tell the Elf King that I’ve made you bleed all over the bed…” Before Bru could finish, Butterfly Dance was already close to his lips, her tongue hesitantly slipping between his teeth. He touched her softness and warmth, biting her tongue, leaving her caught in a dilemma; she gently brushed his cheek, her tongue trembling as she uttered, “Stop it!” His heart trembled at those words, he loosened his teeth, and sucked her tongue in, rubbing it against his lips.

He thought of her four beautiful daughters…

No matter how deep Butterfly Dance’s hatred for him ran, the kiss was still infinitely tender.

“I have fulfilled all your requests, I hope you will keep your promise,” Butterfly Dance said.

Bru sat up, flapping his wings a few times, lightly patting the wooden wall, raising a wisp of dust.

“I will protect the Elf King,” he said.

“You must protect the other elves as well. At least, you must protect half of the captives; they are the people who have lived with you for twenty years. Do you enjoy seeing their tragic fate?” Butterfly Dance appealed to his emotions.

Bru paused, straightened up, and shook his limp penis. Just as he was about to speak, Butterfly cried out, "What...what is that?"

"Is it ugly? I know..." Bru's inferiority complex returned.

"Hmm..." Butterfly calmed herself and didn't answer him directly.

Bru retracted his wings, and the size and shape of his penis returned to normal. He changed his tone and said, "I can't promise you to rescue half of the prisoners, and you're wrong too. Although I've lived with you for twenty years, I've also been enslaved by you for twenty years. It's useless to talk about being miserable in front of me, because I'm already used to it."

"You are still half elven blood..."

"I'm returning to my other half now."

"Do you think that's your destiny?"

Bru sneered. He knelt down and held his penis to her mouth, the glans, stained with semen and blood, touching her red lips.

She hesitated for a moment, then took his glans into her mouth. He said, "After you drove me away, I found new backers. No matter what you say, they are still my paternal relatives. As long as they still have pity on me, I won't consider any other options for the time being."

Butterfly Dance bit down hard on his glans, but her teeth didn't pierce his skin. She tried to persuade Blue, even sacrificing her own body, but the result remained unchanged.

"If you are allowed to return to the Elven race and we promise to grant you freedom, will you help us?" Butterfly Dance spat out his glans, uttering her request in the process.

Bru stared at her, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes. "Our race has constantly betrayed and struggled on the stage of history, barely surviving to this day. I betrayed the elves for survival, fleeing to the human camp. And now you want me to betray them? I've weighed it. Betraying them won't change your fate; I'll just end up as miserable as you. On the contrary, if I help them achieve human conquest and unification, I might live a better life. Therefore, I refuse to betray again!"

Butterfly Dance lowered her face, her voice mournful. "If it weren't for this final moment, I wouldn't be begging you like this. I know that even if you return, you still can't withstand humanity. However, the Three Saints said that you will bring hope to the elves. In my helplessness, I believed in them..."

"The Three Saints?" Bru fell into a brief moment of thought, his penis erect. "They believed I would give the elves hope, but I have no confidence in myself. I'll be a worthless bastard, and I won't be the prophesied savior. Perhaps, if all three of them slept with me, I would reconsider. I just couldn't resist the temptation..."

Butterfly Dance's face was filled with shock and shame.

"Ha! Haha! Hahaha... That's it for tonight. I'm leaving now. After I rescue some of them and bring them here, you can take them back. That's the promise I made to you initially, and I'll keep it." Blue jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes, and put them on.

"You're not going to sleep with Ashira?" Butterfly asked.

Blue said, "I'm saving face for the Elf King. I slept with his legal wife, but I won't sleep with his mistress for now."

Butterfly said, "You seem to believe the rumors too much? Ashira is still a virgin..."

"A virgin? Holy crap! Go..." Blue immediately pulled down his pants, paused, then pulled them back up, saying, "Forget it, sleeping with a virgin now, especially a hundred-year-old virgin, who knows what will happen! I've been gone too long; they must be worried. I should go back and appease them. You guys wait for me here. Tomorrow I'll bring the elves I can save, and in front of them, in front of the Elf King, I'll fuck you once. Remember to wash your asshole clean; I'll fuck your asshole next time." Butterfly

Dance wanted to say something more, but seeing him turn and walk away, she remained silent.

A moment later, she heard Ashila crying, and then Ashila came in, her face flushed with tears, picked up her clothes, and silently dressed her.

"Ashila, don't you hate me?" she asked.

"You're bleeding down there..." Ashila replied, seemingly ignoring the question.

"It'll stop in a moment."

"Why did you order him to rape me? I won't tell you about you and him..."

Butterfly Dance sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary woman."

Ashila said, "Don't say sorry, the Queen has been very good to me. I've lived for one hundred and twenty-eight years, and since I was fourteen, the Elf King has wanted to possess me. It was the Queen who forbade him to force himself on me, allowing me to live peacefully. But if he had forced himself on me, I wouldn't have been able to resist. Perhaps that's why he can't be a leader; he lacks a certain kind of charisma and the domineering nature of a king, so I will never like him." However, that bastard, he has enough guts to do evil. Last time at the banquet, the vulgar words he uttered made me look at him with new respect. In the past hundred years, so many men have wanted my body, but not one has dared to say it directly. I like sincerity, even if that sincerity is as rough as sand, it is still the most delicate art. But I don't want to be raped by him..."

At the end, she cried softly; her sobs were like music, only desolate.

Butterfly Dance hugged her and comforted her, "Are you afraid of him?"

"Yes." Ashila said in a trembling voice.

"You've lived for over a hundred years, and you still have the fragile heart of a little girl. Alas, you've been lonely for too long."

"He just kissed me again, how could I...—I am also his teacher in music, how could he do that?" Ashila said aggrievedly.

Butterfly Dance asked softly, "You've never been kissed by a man before?"

"Yes, I dedicate myself to art, not to men!"

"How foolish you are to say that... Art no longer exists among the elves." "The lingering, trembling blood cannot nourish the flowers of art. Grass growing from the mud may better reflect the color of life. Ashila, tomorrow he will come. If you don't want to be tainted by him, offer your pure life to the soil beneath your feet! Let people see if the purity and art of the elves can make this blood-stained land grow green four-leaf clovers, giving the elves their final luck and blessing."

Ashila listened to Butterfly Dance's words, remained silent for a moment, then said painfully, "If the first kiss had been gentler, I could have excused myself by saying I loved. Queen, how I wish he were that sincere beast in Yun'er's dance, that guardian beast that wouldn't betray his princess. Then I could turn to face the eyes of the people, let him ravage my body from behind, and as long as he bites my ear, thinking that he also has pointed ears like ours, I would sing and dance amidst his ravaging."

Butterfly Dance said desperately, "Ashila, sing and dance in the flames of death. This is the only art form the elves have now." Come, let me give you a gentle kiss. Although it's not your first kiss, I still want a gentle kiss tonight..."

Ashira saw Butterfly Dance kissing her lips and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, you're a woman... um..."

Chapter Three: The wedding was in progress.

Bru sneaked back to the attic. Dawn was breaking. He returned to the master bedroom and, seeing the three women sleeping soundly, left. He had intended to sleep in Buju's room, but after a moment's thought, he went to Mianchun's room and quietly climbed into her bed. Just as he pulled her small body into his arms, she woke up.

"Master, you smell so strong. Who did you go out with?" Mianchun nestled her head against his chest; she liked this kind of murmur.

Bru said softly, "Sleep, I'll tell you later."

Mianchun said, "I don't want to hear it. You've been with too many people, you could never explain it all. I just want you to tell me, when did you go with your maid?"

Bru said, "Later. I like sleeping with you like this, peaceful and pure."

"But I want to be naughty. Lijie only wants peace and purity, and you've been naughty with her too."

Mianchun's small hand slipped into his crotch, grasping his semi-erect penis, and began to rhythmically stroke it. Bru didn't move. She found it strange and called out softly a few times, only to find him fast asleep. She pulled her hand away, climbed onto him, and fell asleep against his chest.

When Bru woke in the morning, Mianchun had already left.

Liqian was waiting there early, saying, "Jingsi has ordered warm water to be boiled and asked me to take you for a morning bath. You're the groom today, so you need to get some exercise."

Bru complied, and after bathing with her, he told them he wanted to walk alone. The women knew that he would be responsible for executing prisoners the day after the wedding, and his mood would certainly be heavy, so they had no objections (Yingqi hadn't spoken to him for days because he had promised to execute prisoners).

Along the way, many soldiers congratulated him, and some even fawned over him.

Bru thought about the wedding, the prisoners, and his future fate; his mood wasn't as good as he had expected. The wedding should have been arranged by his family, but the clan was unwilling to participate, so Yase decided to keep it simple—a wedding banquet that evening to send him and Xuerong to their bridal chamber would be considered the ceremony.

He feared this marriage was also a conspiracy. Although people rarely fall into two conspiracies at once, who knew if those simple-minded elves would impulsively rush to their deaths to rescue the prisoners? This was another reason he continued to imprison Butterfly Dance: without her, the elves would find it difficult to wage war. Whether the elves would search for Butterfly Dance was not his concern. The queen's disappearance for a day and a half was to be expected; she must have given instructions to her trusted confidants before coming.

(This time, Bru was right. When Butterfly Dance and Ashira came out, they instructed Celine and Nongyuan that if she didn't return in two days, she would be dead, and all elven affairs would be handled by Celine. However, she didn't expect that both of them had affairs with Bru, so, apart from Ashira who knew, their affair with Bru was probably not hidden from their "wise minds.")

In any case, the elves couldn't afford another mistake. If they couldn't rescue the prisoners, with their current fighting strength, they would undoubtedly be defeated in a direct confrontation. Butterfly Dance wanted to rescue the prisoners so much because they were the hope of the elves. Blue understood this, but he could only save a few—and only for the sake of the race and homeland his mother loved so dearly.

He wandered aimlessly, listening to the warriors' cheers, and suddenly thought he should talk to his elders, even if they hated him, they were still his blood relatives. Although the younger generation of the clan didn't treat him as a brother, the elders should still consider him a "junior," right?

His mind guided his steps. When he looked up, he was already close. He saw in the distance that the attic was surrounded by clan warriors, seemingly holding an important meeting inside. He turned back and took a few steps, but his curiosity couldn't be quelled. He paused for a moment, and seeing that no one was around, he concealed himself within the barrier and sneaked towards the clan's communal living quarters.

The doors and windows were closed. Using his knowledge of the building, he found a window and pressed his ear against it to eavesdrop.

"...Third Uncle, even now, you still want to protect him? We know he has clan blood, but also elven blood. We can't let the entire clan suffer just because he's Second Uncle's son. His Majesty also said that once he kills the prisoners and forges an irreconcilable hatred with the elves, we'll use that as a pretext to kill him." These were Bu Ming's words.

Bu Ying roared, "Bu Ming, you brat!"

The room was silent for a moment, then Bu Chen said, "Dad, are you going to disobey His Majesty's orders?"

Bu Ying snorted heavily, but Bru didn't hear his response.

Bu Ka sighed, "Third Brother, we have no choice. Although doing this is unfair to Second Brother, we can't jeopardize the family's fate because of him. The princess is pregnant with his child, and His Majesty is still so ruthless; it's clear she can't tolerate him. Fourth Brother, Seventh Brother, you should also say something. Don't just let the younger generation speak and push all the blame onto them."

"Because he might want to kill my son, I'm not in a position to speak." "Butong said calmly, his mind as sharp as ever.

Bu Xue threw out a remark: "As long as you don't involve my daughter, you can do whatever you want with him."

Bunafen said: "He says he's our brother, but has he ever lived with us? If he hasn't lived with us, there's no bond. Relationships between people are built in life, not just by blood ties. Strictly speaking, he's not family, and we can't let him push our family's fate into the abyss."

Her words chilled Bru's heart outside the window.

"Big sister, you're so cruel!" Bu Shi sobbed: "You'll get your retribution, I curse you!"

Bru heard footsteps and guessed that Bu Shi had run crying into her bedroom.

Bu Ming asked again: What happened to Third Sister? Is she like Fourth Sister too?"

"You're talking nonsense! Bu Ming, if you talk bad about my daughter again, I'll chop you up first!" Bu Ka roared. Of his three daughters, Bu Shi was the most obedient and the one he loved the most.

Bu Ji also said, "Bu Ming, next time you slander my third sister, it won't be Bru who stabs you, it will be me, Bu Ji. You son of a bitch!"

"This family is about to fall apart. Without a true patriarch, there is no true clan. Let them do whatever they want, I'm going to comfort my third sister." Bu You couldn't stand it anymore and made an excuse to leave.

The room fell into a long silence.

"Although I shouldn't speak, I have a suggestion for everyone." Bu Tong's calm and sharp voice pierced through the silence, "Regarding Bru, regardless of whether we consider him a member of the clan or not, and regardless of whether he is worthy of inheriting the patriarch position, he is still the heir. The Empress has given us a difficult problem: either we kill him, or we become enemies with the Empress. So, let's vote together. If you want to kill him, raise your hands."

Bru couldn't see what was happening in the room, and he didn't know who raised their hands or who didn't.

Then, he heard Bu Ying announce the result: "You... Brother, I'm sorry..."

Outside the window, Bru left sadly, tears streaming down his cold eyes.

In his confusion, Bru thought of Xue Rong. He wanted to ask her himself if she knew about Ya Se's plan. He stood far away in front of Ya Se's attic, unable to take a step forward. Just then, he saw the two gods being led into the attic by Li Jie. After a long while, Li Jie came out of the attic, while the two gods remained inside. He guessed that the two gods were having an affair with Ya Se and Ji An, thinking: "Those two bitches live such a miserable life, yet they want him dead every moment." Hatred welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Li Jie was heading in the direction of his residence. He hurriedly ran towards her, but when he reached her, she seemed to sense something, turned around, and seeing that no one was there, she continued walking forward.

"Li Jie, are you going to find me?" Bru said from inside the barrier.

Li Jie turned around in surprise and whispered, "Bru, why are you invisible in the barrier?"

"Don't talk, just pretend nothing's wrong and keep walking forward, listen to me."

"Hmm..." Li Jie hummed softly.

"I saw you lead the two generals inside, and the princess and Imae are inside?" Bru waited a while, but received no response from Liz, so he snapped, "I asked you a question, why aren't you answering?"

Liz replied timidly, "You told me not to speak..."

Bru said, "Can't you just hum a little?"

“The princess and Imae went to your place. His Majesty always sends them away when he’s on business, but I didn’t expect her to ask me to leave this time. Before, they were with the two generals, and Mianchun and I would watch from the sidelines. I don’t know what happened this time—”

“Don’t go to my place. Go further out and away. When no one’s around, come into my barrier, and I’ll fuck you to death!” Bru commanded. Seeing her turn around happily, he followed her far away from the camp. The barrier expanded, enveloping her within it. He said, “It’s alright now. You can do whatever you want. Not many people will be able to see through my barrier unless someone has a nose like mine.”

Liz turned back, looked up at him, her eyes shy.

Seeing this, Bru hugged her and gently kissed her lips. He asked, “Does His Majesty and the Grand Tutor have a barrier?”

“His Majesty doesn’t have the habit of setting up barriers when making love, but the Grand Tutor often sets up barriers when he sleeps alone. Do you want to spy on His Majesty and the Grand Tutor making love?” Liz asked, half-mature and half-naive.

“I really want to. Will you lead the way for me?” Bru said honestly.

Liz hesitated, "Her Majesty will punish me if she finds out. She'll hand me over to the Two Gods..."

Bru said, "What are you afraid of? The Two Gods are so strong, you'll definitely like them."

Liz was on the verge of tears, arguing, "I don't like those two cowards and perverts! Humph! I'm clearly yours... If you really want to peek, I can take you there, no need to open the door. When I came out, I remember the left window of the attic wasn't closed. Don't you have wings? You can fly up and look..."

Before she could finish, Bru kissed her chubby little mouth with wild joy, making her gasp and moan. He reached into her long skirt, pulled off her panties, and stuffed them into her bra. Then he took off his own trousers and shorts, stuffing his shorts into her breasts as well, while his trousers encircled her fleshy waist.

During this process, she stared blankly up at him until he picked her up, and she realized what was happening and hooked her legs around his waist and hips...

Bru's hand went around her tender buttocks and touched her vulva, finding it wet with vaginal fluid. He spread his wings, his hard lizard-like penis pressing against her tender vulva, his hands gently pressing down on her waist, his entire penis swallowed by her vagina.

"Oh! Gently, don't... too big... I'm not grown up yet..."

Blue understood, his penis, in its third winged form (about fifteen centimeters), inserted into her tender cunt. This size was still too thick for a girl of the same age, but Liz was no ordinary girl; she was a gifted woman with an almost innate talent for sex.

"At first, you said you'd only give it to me once, why didn't you refuse me?" Caught tightly in her tender passage, Blue said smugly, as if he had completely forgotten what had just happened.

Liz, her round face flushed, said coquettishly, "This... isn't up to me. You violate my little body every time without my consent. I haven't reported you, nor have I scolded you, yet you still deliberately reopen old wounds. I'm so angry!"

"Goo? Really? Is it comfortable?"

"I won't say..."

Blue laughed, crossed his legs, flapped his wings, and slowly rose...

Liz also crossed her legs tightly, hooking them around his waist. His penis was inside her, and while she felt comfortable, she also found it amusing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed sweetly, "Brother Blue, do you make love with other girls in the sky too?"

"Seems like quite a few..."

"Did you make love with Skinny Fox?"

"It seems not. Do you want me to do her?"

"Yes, she framed me...

" "Want me to avenge you?"

Liz nodded excitedly...

"Next time, I'll let you watch. I'll use my thick thing to fuck her to pieces, haha!" "

Blue chuckled lewdly, flapping his wings and drifting towards Arthur's attic.

Lizzie sat on his penis, swaying her hips and moaning, "I can't last much longer, hurry up and ejaculate, don't get my dress dirty, I have to go back to serve His Majesty later, I'm afraid I won't have time to change my dress."

"Hmm, I'll shoot my semen into your uterus, not a drop will fall out..."

"No, that's not true, every time a bunch leaks out..."

"That's because your uterus can't hold it, you idiot!"

"You're kidding me, my uterus can even hold a child, can't it hold your semen? I'm not stupid at all, although the skinny fox thinks she's smarter than me, but I got her master first, let's see if she still dares to say I'm stupid and fat?"

"Yes, you're smart, you can hold a child, give me a child!" While Blue was enjoying Lizzie, he had already reached a short distance from the window, looked up and was shocked by the scene inside the room, exclaiming in surprise, "Are the two generals always so virile?"

Lizzie didn't even look, and said, "Didn't I give you a lot of hints before?" In people's eyes, they were the Emperor and the Grand Preceptor's male favorites, a facade deliberately created by the Emperor to cover up their illicit affair. Few knew the truth, only a handful. Some of the Alliance's higher-ups knew the Grand Preceptor was a descendant of demons, but were unaware she was a witch with a 'fake penis'…

"Much thicker and longer than Jing Si's, even the Two Divine Generals paled in comparison. No wonder Ya Se abandoned the Two Divine Generals for Ji An. Luckily, I had the foresight to seal my anus, otherwise, if those two mother and daughter went crazy one day and started pounding into my ass, I'd be in big trouble. Haha!" The scene inside was both erotic and hilarious.

Ya Se knelt on the bed, Ji An, with her mutated clitoris, thrusting into Ya Se's pubic area, while the Two Divine Generals, naked, masturbated in front of the bed…

"The Two Divine Generals have never actually slept with Ya Se and Ji An?" Blue asked curiously.

"That's what Jing Si and I always saw; they're His Majesty's cover." His Majesty enjoys watching the Grand Preceptor masturbate during sex. It seems His Majesty prefers large, real penises, yet he refuses to have sex with other men. Sister Yimei said His Majesty loves the King. You know, the King is a powerful man, which is why the Grand Preceptor was willing to bear Jingsi for him. The two generals are actually His Majesty's disciples, nominally his male favorites, but their true nature, as you see, is that they are decorations used to enhance the pleasure between His Majesty and the Grand Preceptor.”

Bru never imagined such a peculiar lewd scene existed in the world…

“The lewd Yase, only fucked by the King and Ji’an?”

“That’s what I’ve seen and heard…”

“And who fucked Ji’an?”

“Only the King, I suppose. I’ve never seen the Grand Preceptor with any other man or woman. She’s a cold-hearted woman. I heard she was with His Majesty a long time ago. The King is His Majesty’s concubine; she is His Majesty’s ‘official wife.’” "I think her dildo is thicker and longer than the King's..." The innocent Lizard spoke more and more lewdly, her climax approaching.

"Little Lizard, want to change positions?"

"Oh."

Blue lay back, his legs spread wide, and Lizard sat on his penis, so that it could penetrate deeper.

Lizard was dissatisfied with this position, and lay down, moaning, "Let's change to the position of His Majesty and the Grand Tutor, I've been on top for so long, oh!"

"That position will make your skirt dirty, I think this is very good, little Lizard sitting on me, I enjoy it." Blue looked into the room, where Arthur was being fucked by Ji'an until she was having multiple orgasms. She knelt and lay on the bed, her left hand supporting her on the bed, her right hand holding the throbbing penis. The more fiercely Ji'an fucked her, the faster she moved...

"Aruru! Your Majesty, I'm going to cum!" "Hu Chong's shout wasn't loud, and Lizhe could only vaguely hear it, but Bru heard it clearly. He saw Yase withdraw her hand, and Hu Chong, clutching the large meat mat, twisted to the side, ejaculating onto the floor (so many strong offspring had innocently died this way).

Banlie, worthy of being Hu Chong's 'brother in misfortune,' followed suit, also performing the 'floor-shooting' act. As their performance ended, Ji'an, with a woman's body, performed the act of a man, thoroughly defeating the powerful empress—of course, Ji'an also went limp."

"Ah... Oh oh oh! You big bad man, Blue, I want you to ejaculate too! Change positions, make it longer, thicker... Oh oh! Like this, I love this thick length... It feels so good, my pussy is bursting, I'm your little slut!"

Lizette's moans grew increasingly lewd. She was usually gentle and quiet, but whenever she got excited, she would lose control.

Seeing her face covered in sweat, wearing a skirt, sitting on his lap and swaying, coupled with the tightness of her tender vagina, his penis felt increasingly hot and his lustful desires rose rapidly. He grabbed her plump waist with both hands, flapped his wings, and stood upright in the air; she hooked her legs around his waist, her upper body arched backward, her golden hair like a waterfall of golden sand, hanging in the sky...

Blue grabbed her waist and stood between her legs, thrusting wildly. Her plump and hairy vulva glistened with lustful fluids from Blue's penetration. What was originally a thin slit was now like the gaping wound of a slut, the swollen and bloody flesh exceptionally tender, like chicken intestines washed with salt.

“Ah! Ah! You’re better than any of the two divine generals or the imperial advisors. I’ll only be your woman. It feels so magical to make love in the air for the first time! Ah! I’m floating…”

“I’m thrusting! Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting! Whoosh! You were already floating…” Blue responded to Liz, thrusting even more vigorously. Her “Phoenix Attraction” lust took hold, and her honeyed passage began to act up. He was extremely excited, his movements almost frantic, so pleasurable that her neck went limp, and she couldn’t even lift her head.

“Ah! I’m floating… Brother Blue, your penis is so thick and long, hitting me again and again, I love you so much. Oh! I love it…”

Perhaps only at times like this would Liz dare to say such things, but when she regained consciousness, she wouldn’t remember what she would say.

Blue continued for a long time, and just as her consciousness was on the verge of collapse, his semen also shot out wildly, just in time to knock her unconscious. He lifted her up, embracing her limp, tender body, and kissed her tenderly for a while. Hearing the voices of Ya Se and the others inside, he turned around and saw that the two generals were already fully prepared. Ya Se was kneeling between Ji An's legs, sucking on Ji An's clitoris, which had become like a finger.

"...Your Majesty, after killing Bru, will all of his women, except for Princess Xue Rong and Miss Jing Si, be given to us?" Ban Lie asked excitedly.

Arthur released Ji'an's clitoris and continued to caress it with interest, saying, "You are still my 'good disciples' outside. Don't mess around with women without my permission. I'm not afraid of people saying I'm lewd, I'm only afraid of people saying I can't control you and that it will ruin my dignity. I will kill you without mercy then, after all, there are countless people who want to be my disciples."

Hu Chong and Ban Lie swore, "We rarely mess around outside without Your Majesty's permission, please believe me!"

"Hmm, go out and prepare for tonight and the days to come! Before Bru executes the prisoners tomorrow, I will give him a few elves as promised. If he asks too much, I will not give him any. Elven women are indeed charming. Tomorrow you can bring out a few to rape." Arthur said mercilessly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Hu Chong and Ban Lie knelt in gratitude. Arthur waved to them, and they tactfully withdrew.

“Those two boys are always trying to penetrate us, but they can’t touch us without permission. Ji’an, next time you and Jing Si can do me. I wonder how good that little girl Jing Si is; I really want to try. Just thinking about being fucked by you two makes my genitals itch.” With that, Ya Se bit Ji’an’s clitoris again.

Blue cursed inwardly: Two sluts, no wonder they weren’t moved by big dicks, they’re lesbians. It seems the “King” was just a tool, or maybe they were bisexual. Anyway, he finally knew some secrets. These secrets not only surprised him but also filled him with grief and indignation.

“What are you thinking about? Your eyes are terrifying!” Li Jie’s voice trembled; she was awake, her body shaking.

Blue gazed at her, his eyes softening, and comforted her, "I was just wondering whether to continue making love with you. I got hard again while you were unconscious."

Liz was startled to realize the penis still inside her was hard. She twisted her waist shyly and said, "I... I don't want to! If you want, I... I can. Or, you can just leave it inside? I like... Ah, is there something you want to discuss with His Majesty?"

"Nothing. I just saw you lead the two generals inside and wanted to see them make love with them, and maybe make love with you too." Blue flew away from Yase's building, to a place where no one was watching, and landed. He lifted Liz from between her legs, pulled their underwear from her chest, knelt down, and helped her put on her sweat-soaked trousers. Then he crawled under her skirt, kissing her vulva through the damp underpants for a while, lifted her long skirt, straightened his body, and said, "When you meet them later, tell them I'll be back late."

Liz asked in surprise, "What else do you want to do?"

"Run naked."

Chapter Four: The Lustful Queen

Blue did not "run naked." Instead, he "ran half-naked"—he didn't have time to put on his trousers, but was still wearing his shirt. With the cover of the barrier, he fearlessly "pulled up his trousers" and ran wildly to Cins's house, entering his other barrier, where he saw Ashira sitting by the well, with Butterfly Dance washing and combing her long, black spiritual hair.

The two women were surprised at his appearance.

Butterfly Dance said, "Why are you back so soon? Didn't you say you'd bring our people over tomorrow?"

Blue replied, "Whether I come early or late isn't up to you, it's my decision. I'm in a bad mood and wanted to vent, and you're the perfect target."

Butterfly Dance said, "Your mood is none of my business. I kept my promise last night, so please honor your agreement."

"I didn't agree to only fuck you once! Since there was a first time, there will be countless more. You've lived for over three hundred years, and you still don't understand a man's greed?" Blue leered, his penis gleaming black in the sunlight (the barrier allowed sunlight and air to enter).

The two women looked at the "elven race's largest penis," each with their own expression and thoughts. Ashira was terrified, while Butterfly Dance remained calm.

Ashila said, "What... happened? Isn't today your wedding day with the human princess? Why are you in a bad mood?"

Blue took off his shirt, walked up to Ashila, and put his penis in her mouth, saying, "You taught me how to use a vibrator, but you wouldn't say a word to me. A year ago, when I saw you, I didn't feel any lust. But now, after I've been with other women, every time I see you, I think about defiling you. Give me oral sex!"

Ashila blushed and said, "I... am your master..."

“Fu Enyu and Ya Cao are also my masters. They dote on me. Ya Cao even gave me her virginity. You say you're my master, so you can't even give your disciple oral sex?” Bru forcefully pressed the head of his penis against her lips. She smelled the scent of his penis, pushed it away, and cried, “No! You just had sex with someone else, I don't want to suck your filth!”

So she knew the taste of sex too…

Bru was furious. He roughly grabbed her chin, looked into her tearful eyes, and paused for a moment before saying, “The Queen said you're a virgin. Fine, I won't ruin your hundred years of chastity. Judging from your expression just now, were you going to bite your tongue and commit suicide? Wait a bit. After I lead humanity to defeat the elves, then you can kill yourself. Every second you can live is a second of struggle. As long as there is life, there is hope. This is my art of survival.”

“You are not worthy to utter the word 'art'…”

"Believe it or not, I'll piss on you! So you'll know that peeing and pooping are art? Talking about art when you're about to die!" Bru was inexplicably furious. He pushed her to the ground, opened his arms, and hugged Butterfly Dance. "Queen, let's delve into the art of fucking."

Butterfly Dance wasn't about to give in so easily. She slammed her knee into Bru's groin, causing him to bend over in pain. She broke free from his embrace and ran, but where could she run to?

"Damn! Your balls almost got kicked in, I'll fuck you to pieces!" Bru turned and chased after her.

Her long, half-wet hair, still damp from washing, swayed in the breeze as she screamed and ran, giving her an air of innocent charm, like a young girl skipping and jumping. Unfortunately, this wasn't a vast grassland or a secluded forest; within this large enclosure in front of the house, she could only run in circles. He deliberately slowed his pace, playing a game of chase with her, shouting childishly as he ran, "Queen, I'm almost there! Watch out! When I catch you, I'll poke your chrysanthemum! Whoosh, I'm about to catch you!"

Ashira watched in astonishment as the naked Bru chased after the butterfly, feeling an indescribable sense of beauty. She thought, if there were music, this would be a romantic and exciting scene, or even art: in the process of a man conquering a woman, there is always a long, circuitous run, and this circuitous run has a certain melody.

“Bruce, I’ve kept my promise. You’ve already trampled on my body. I’ve settled all my scores with you and your parents. You can’t continue to insult me!”

“Gotcha, almost caught! Watch your ass…”

Bruce looked at her from behind and thought she resembled Princess Yumeng.

“Princess Yumeng, caught you! I want a kiss…”

Upon hearing this, Butterfly Dance immediately felt ashamed and angry, cursing incoherently as she ran.

Bruce chased after her, yelling…

The two ran countless laps, making Ashila dizzy, and Butterfly Dance was too exhausted to run anymore. She stopped in front of the fence, gripping the railing with both hands, panting, “Bruce, you bastard, you shameless bastard, toying with me like this! I’m not running anymore, do whatever you want…”

Turning around, she saw Bruce chasing after her in “slow motion.” It was clearly only a few steps, but he disgustingly lifted his foot and didn’t put it down for a long time. She frowned, speechless.

“Queen, why aren’t you running? I’m having so much fun chasing you, keep running! I’ll keep chasing you, even if I can’t rape you, it’ll still be fun. Who supports the Queen running away? Raise your hand!” Blue lifted his foot, not touching the ground for a long time, and raised his left hand. “Ashira, you’re not raising your hand? Do you want me to rape the Queen?”

Ashila didn’t want to pay attention, but after he said that, she thought for a while and raised her soft hand…

“Blue, I’m annoyed with you! Come on, I’ll let you fuck me to death! I’m annoyed with you…” Butterfly Dance had a mental breakdown. She unbuttoned her pants, pulled off her outer pants and underwear at the same time, kicked them away, bent forward, leaned against the fence, spread her legs slightly, her fat buttocks arched, and a clump of colorful pubic hair protruded from her plump vulva. “Fuck me, let you fuck me to your heart’s content. I’d rather be fucked to death than run laps with you.”

“Ashra, this time it was the Queen who ordered me to fuck her. If she overturns the verdict later, you’ll have to testify for me!” After saying that, Bru walked behind Butterfly, his hips pressed against her sexy buttocks, his penis rubbing against her cleft. He leaned over her back, breathed into her ear, and said lewdly, “Queen, you’re not wet, how can I fuck you? Forcing it in will cause abrasions. It’s not fun if you only take off your pants and not your shirt. How about I tear your shirt to shreds?”

Butterfly wasn’t stupid enough to let him tear her shirt. She angrily took off her shirt and shouted naked, “Alright? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and put it in. After you’re done, go back to your business.”

“Releasing is necessary, but foreplay is also essential.” Bru slowly knelt down along her slender legs, her skin trembling (perhaps because of her panting).

Butterfly Dance turned back, looked down at him, sighed resignedly, and whispered, "Our affair can't be kept secret from certain people. If the Elven race still has a chance to survive, and you're still clinging to life among them, I beg you not to let my daughter know, and not to let Ranhua know either."

Blue didn't answer. He knelt on the short grass in front of the house, his eyes fixed on the spring scenery before him: that alluring, colorful private part and pink, tender chrysanthemum. She really had "washed" her chrysanthemum. He didn't know how she could do it in such a short time; he thought that strong Elven women all had special methods, and besides, they could go a day and a night without food.

It wasn't that he preferred anal sex, but sometimes entering a woman's anus felt like a declaration to that woman, giving him a strange sense of possession and accomplishment.

Judging from Butterfly Dance's chrysanthemum, she seemed to have never had anal sex. Whether this guess was accurate or not, he needed to verify it himself.

“I have a naive dream: to be a slave to the fairies forever, secretly lingering in their beautiful gardens. But there are no secrets that last forever. Even if I wanted to keep it a secret forever, it will eventually come to light. Queen, I want to ask you a question, perhaps a secret that will remain forever in your heart, one you probably won't tell.” His fingers traced the lines of her delicate chrysanthemum.

Butterfly Dance felt a tickle. She said, “What is it?”

“Have you ever loved?” Blue’s words were sharper than his fingers, making her body tremble.

She didn’t answer.

Blue squeezed in, her anal muscles tightened, but he didn't go any deeper, his fingers swirling within her dry, tight opening. "I don't know if I've ever loved. I don't think love is a necessity, but many girls say they love me, and they truly do. I only want to conquer their bodies, to experience everything in the trembling of their flesh. If I had to talk about feelings, I'd say it's just that sometimes I think about them, but there are too many women I think about, so I dare not say I love anyone. Or perhaps I can only say that I have greedy desires. You are also a victim of my desires."

"Who taught you to say these things?" Butterfly asked.

"Life," Blue replied.

At this moment, Ashila stood up and walked into the house.

"Ashila, if you don't behave, I'll take you back to the Alliance after I'm done, and let the soldiers rape you," Blue said calmly. Ashila

dared not disobey, she sat back down, looking at him with tearful eyes.

“Now, besides your beauty, you are just ordinary women. Don’t anger me; my heart aches today. You are right about some things, but you have never given me the ‘right life.’ Haven’t you ever thought about that? Queen, your cunt is wet. When I say these words, you really miss the pleasure I gave you last night. No matter how powerful the Elf King is, he can’t possibly possess the thousand-year-old dragon root.”

The two women were silent: Ashira was speechless, and Butterfly Dance didn’t want to speak.

The heavy words made the erotic scene seem sorrowful and oppressive.

Blue’s middle finger was fully inserted into Butterfly Dance’s anus. She hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to look.

Ashira saw that her face was a little red.

He withdrew his middle finger, brought it to his nose, and smelled it; it smelled of grass.

“What do you use to lubricate yourself?” he asked.

“Grass juice,” Ashira answered on her behalf. “The Queen didn’t know if what you said was true or not, but she followed your instructions to cleanse herself, afraid that the odor wouldn’t be removed. There was no floral water here, so she used grass to make juice and oil, which she mixed with water to wash. We don’t know if this will work or not. The Queen said she has never tried anal sex.”

Blue was pleasantly surprised, his eyes gleaming with lust. He said in a teasing tone, “The Queen did this to please me?”

“I just didn’t want to be so dirty and smelly…” Butterfly said in shame and indignation.

“You’re welcome. I’m not afraid of being dirty. Even if there’s a pile of shit inside, I’ll still enjoy it. This grassy smell is really surprising and very creative!” Blue squeezed his middle finger into her anus again. The pink and tender anal muscles were very sensitive. As his finger entered, the muscle ring immediately tightened, as if sucking on his finger. He couldn’t help but slowly thrust in and out…

Although the anus was dry, it was still moist inside. It seemed that she hadn’t been washed for long. She moaned softly, her physical reactions and emotional fluctuations proving she hadn't played with the Elf King before, which excited him.

"Queen, you've never loved the Elf King, why not try loving me?" Blue rubbed against her anus, his right hand caressing her thick, tightly closed labia and her strangely alluring pubic hair.

Her vulva was wet…

"Whether I love someone or not is none of your business. Hurry up and come in, I'm having a hard time lying here, and your fingers are drilling in there, it's exhausting for me too. Once I recover, I swear I'll tear you to pieces," Butterfly Dance said through gritted teeth, abandoning her elegant demeanor.

Blue remained unmoved. He said, "I remember you said you'd give me my freedom if I saved the elves. Why do you wish me dead?"

"You believe everything a woman says?" Butterfly Dance mocked.

"I can't believe everything," Blue replied with a faint, wicked, and sorrowful smile.

Yaser's deception and schemes, Butterfly Dance's fickleness, made it difficult for him to trust them. However, not all women were like them. He had gone from distrusting women to selectively trusting them. For example, Tianyi, Yu Qingru, Shuiyue, Yingqi…

"But I've learned to trust a woman's body, because physical expression is more direct and real than their hearts."

His right index finger slipped into Butterfly Dance's vulva—soft, moist, and warm.

Butterfly Dance hadn't intended to make a sound for his finger, but with both her holes filled, a moan escaped her lips involuntarily.

“Oh… Ee! Blue, I know what you’re thinking! The men of your clan always have dirty thoughts, thinking that women’s bodies and souls are weak, thinking that conquering a woman’s body will capture her heart. I hate your evil arrogance and will never let you succeed. My body belongs to myself, and my soul is planted in elven honor. Give up!”

“Butterfly Dance, you’re wrong.” Blue called her by her name directly. He said bluntly, “I don’t want to conquer anyone. To be precise, we don’t want to conquer women. We simply want to enter women and enjoy the process. Conquering the body or capturing the soul is a side effect, also known as ‘sexual side effects.’ So don’t worry, I only care about whether my penis feels good.”

“Even a sow can make you feel good, why don’t you go fuck a sow!” Butterfly Dance disagreed with his point of view.

Basically, no woman would forgive his statement, but what could he do? He was still him.

“I have beastman blood, but I’m not a beast. And even beasts have different races. Have you ever seen a male dog play with a sow? No, right? I have seen women play with male dogs or stallions, though. If you ask which woman, I’m sorry, that’s a secret I shouldn’t reveal.” With that, Bru spread Butterfly’s buttocks, burying his face in her cleft, his long tongue licking her anus and vulva.

Butterfly didn’t speak. She looked up at the blue sky outside the barrier, the sunlight particularly dazzling.

She moaned, very softly, yet persistently.

The Elf King also loved to lick her vulva, but rarely kissed her anus. She knew he found it dirty, and understood he wasn’t used to the smell (an unwashed anus always smelled). She suddenly wondered, if she hadn’t just cleaned her anus, would Bru have been unwilling to lick and kiss her like this?

Would the insertion into her anus cause pain, excitement, or an orgasm? She didn’t know. The insertion of his fingers had felt fresh and strange to her; it wasn’t exactly painful, nor was it pleasurable. The licking and kissing of her anal muscles felt good; the warm, wet tongue rubbing against her sensitive anus created a tingling, blissful sensation.

Her vaginal fluids flowed out.

The moans continued…

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