[Fantasy] Henrietta's Secret Diplomacy

Foreword to 　【Henrietta's Secret Diplomacy】 : Don't ask me why I didn't choose a female protagonist for this fanfic; flat-chested lolis are just too difficult to write (Kugimiya Rie)... Princess Henrietta is beautiful, noble, and has a reasonable figure, so I'll choose her. This story is a short commemoration of the completion of Zero no Tsukaima after several years. I hope you enjoy it.

(Note: To match the way the female lead is addressed in the original work, Queen Henrietta is sometimes referred to as "Princess" in this story.)

The great war with the ancient dragon has come to an end. Louise and Saito have successfully protected this continent, and the global crisis predicted by the Pope has been resolved. But Princess Henrietta's work is not yet finished. It's not just about rebuilding the destroyed city. The thoughtful princess knows that several allies from this great war still need her protection. The tense relationship between humans and elves has not vanished despite their past camaraderie. The

fairy kingdom, the homeland the elves speak of, the magical city in the desert—Nephtis welcomes a special guest today: Princess Henrietta in disguise, Queen of Tristene.

The princess, with her deep red hair, was striking even in disguise, finding no place to hide in this elven kingdom.

Sure enough, she was quickly stopped by the elven guards. Calm and collected, she simply said, "I am a follower of Lord Bidachar. Please take me to Lord Eismanil." She clutched a jade stone tightly in her hand, a token given to her by Bidachar.

An hour later, the disguised princess was led by the guards to a heavily guarded mansion. Eismanil, draped in a green cloak, waited there with a dark expression, clearly displeased with the princess's visit.

"It seems the elves' hospitality is rather unfriendly, Lord Eismanil," the princess said, removing her hood and revealing a faint smile. Alone, she showed no fear. Even Eismanil, known for his hatred of barbarians, had to adopt the appropriate etiquette in the face of the princess's composed and confident demeanor, and invited her to sit down.

"Queen of the barbarians, we elves have always been reluctant to deal with you. Don't think that just because we fought once, you can come to Nephtis so freely for sightseeing." Eismanil's words were still full of hostility. "What is your purpose? Speak quickly." "Hmm, you are indeed as rumored. Then I won't beat around the bush.

" Henrietta controlled her pace and said slowly, "I have only one purpose in visiting you today: to ask for your forgiveness for the sins of Bidachar and the two children. Because they helped Sai and Tifa escape from you, they have been unable to return home until now." "Hmph, elves naturally have their own laws. What right do you have to interfere, especially since you are a barbarian." "Esmanuel showed a disdainful attitude towards Henrietta, as if he were about to dismiss her.

Henrietta suddenly grasped his hand, smiling, and said, 'Lord Esmanuel, I came without anyone this time, firstly for secrecy, and secondly so that we can resolve this matter privately. After all, we and you elves have long been at odds, and this is not something that can be changed in the short term. Therefore, I hope to resolve this quietly; discussing it in the council would only make things more complicated.' 'Hmph, you certainly know your stuff.'" "You've got it pretty clear. Tell me why I should help you?" "You're probably more aware of Bidachar's prestige in this country than I am. Expelling him is highly controversial, especially after such a great war; Bidachar's prestige within the army has grown exponentially. Lord Eismanil surely doesn't want to shake morale." Eismanil understood that Henrietta's words were true. Bidachar, whom he had always wanted to eliminate, was not someone who could be easily killed, especially now that he had led his army to victory. But Henrietta hadn't just mentioned Bidachar; she had also mentioned two other elves, Lukshana and Ali. He laughed. "Leaving aside Bidalshire for now, those two children's crimes are absolutely unforgivable." Henrietta smiled with satisfaction. "Lucshana and Ali, they rescued heroes of the world, Saito and Tifa. Their crimes aren't that serious. If you just say a word in the council, everything will be fine, right?" "Huh? Why should I listen to you?" "Lord Eismanil, His Holiness the Pope has a lot of information about your country. I've read some of it and know a bit about your style of doing things." She paused. "How about this, I'll challenge your will to a test. If I pass, please pardon the crimes of the aforementioned three. Is this a fair deal?" "A test of will?" Eismanil's face darkened. "You..." "Where did you hear that?" Eismanil looked Henrietta up and down for a moment, then grinned. "With your delicate appearance, you really have guts. Alright, I'll let you test yourself. By the way, those barbarian girls from a few years ago didn't pass." "Um, please keep it a secret.

If others find out, it probably won't be good for you." A shy blush appeared on Henrietta's face, and she smiled.

Eismanil led Henrietta through several passages until they reached the basement. He touched a switch on the wall, and a hidden door slowly opened. "Come in, Queen of the Barbarians." Eismanil made an inviting gesture, his face, which always despised barbarians, twisting even more.

Behind the hidden door was another spiral staircase, extending downwards. The path was quite narrow, but at the end, it opened up into a large basement. Eismanil lit several lamps with elven magic, and two servants emerged from a corner: "My lord, has a prisoner been brought in?" "Yes," Eismanil nodded, then pointed to Henrietta and said, "This is the barbarian. Lock her in the cell.

" The two servants looked quite robust and obeyed Eismanil's orders without hesitation; they must have been his trusted men. They roughly lifted Henrietta and locked her in a spacious cell. There seemed to be many such cells in a row, and torture instruments hung on the walls.

Henrietta calmly allowed the two elves to lock her in the cell, as if she had expected it.

"My lord, the prisoner is in. Is there anything we can do?" the two servants asked.

Eismanil stroked his pointed chin, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "First, take off this barbarian's clothes and check if she's carrying any weapons." He found a chair and sat down comfortably, looking every bit the victor.

Henrietta was probably being undressed for the first time, but she didn't show any fear. On the contrary, she cooperated quite well, as if afraid her clothes would be torn. Soon, Princess Henrietta's alluring body was presented naked before the elven man. She stood with her usual elegant posture, making no attempt to cover her breasts and lower body.

Eismanel examined her carefully and asked, "This barbarian's body is quite good-looking, not much different from our people. What do you think?" He was asking two servants, who immediately replied, "My lord, this barbarian's body is very strange, and his breasts are far too full.

" "Yes, his breasts are really exaggerated. That half-elf named Tifa probably has such large breasts because she inherited barbarian blood." "Esmanuel muttered to himself.

Henrietta spoke up: "Lord Esmanuel, Tifa's father is my uncle, so you could say Tifa and I share similar bloodlines.

I suppose this chest is also related to bloodlines." "So it's your filthy blood that has tainted the elves!" Esmanuel suddenly roared in anger, suddenly finding a justification for his hatred of Henrietta.

"Regarding Tifa's sins, please let me bear them as well," Henrietta said calmly.

"Even if you don't say it that way, I will!" Esmanuel roared, "First, investigate the sins of the enemy, give him a hundred lashes!" Two servants immediately drew long wooden sticks, pinned Henrietta to the ground, and the hundred lashes were about to begin. But at this moment, Henrietta shouted to stop them. "What, admitting defeat so quickly? This hasn't even started yet, is this all the will of barbarians is!" Esmanuel roared.

"No, as a princess, I have never been beaten like this since I was a child." Henrietta lay on the ground, raising her buttocks high, presenting them to Eisemanier in a very humiliating position. "I hope you can see whether a princess's body reacts differently when it is punished."

Before Henrietta could finish speaking, she cried out, "Ah!" as the servant's stick struck her hard on the buttocks, shoving her forward and causing her breasts to sway wildly in the air. The hundred lashes continued quickly, the stick striking Henrietta's untouched buttocks one after another, turning her delicate skin a bright red, and leaving rapid red welts.

Finally, the beating ended, and Henrietta exhaled, touching her buttocks as she knelt and straightened up. "That really hurt." Tears welled in her eyes, but her face remained flushed. "So this is what it feels like to be beaten. Thank you." Eisenman stepped forward and kicked Henrietta's buttocks. "Look at your almost rotten ass. You're no different from any other barbarian." "Is that so? Hehe."

"Princess wiped her eyes, her face turning even redder," said Eismanil. "Sir, what you just struck me about was my bloodline's original sin, the sin concerning Tifa's enormous breasts. I want to use my breasts to take the blame for her, is that alright?" "How do you want to take the blame?" "Is this alright? I want to be smeared with oil first, and then whipped." Henrietta smiled, pursing her lips.

Eismanil asked curiously, "Is this your barbarian punishment?" "Yes, this is our punishment for women of loose morals. I've seen many, but I've never tried it. As a princess, sometimes there are many things you can't have." "What's so difficult about that?" Eismanil snapped his fingers, and his two servants immediately went to the depths of the cell and brought out a bucket of oil, along with two wooden whips. The elven servants smeared a thick layer of oil on Henrietta's breasts, and then the two of them pinned Henrietta to the metal buckles on the wall in a spread-eagle position. In this way, Henrietta's breasts had no way to escape and could only obediently endure the whipping.

"One hundred lashes!" Eismanyl commanded as before, and the whipping punishment began immediately.

"Ah!!!" Henrietta screamed as the whip struck her breasts, the sound echoing in the basement. A piercing pain shot through her chest, as if her breasts were about to split open. The grease allowed the whip to slide off her breasts, leaving her skin smooth even after the beating, but the pain was no less intense.

"This punishment is quite interesting." Eismanyl sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and watched with smug satisfaction as Henrietta's ample breasts swayed wildly from side to side. Each lash deformed her breasts, only to have them quickly spring back to their original shape—a breathtakingly beautiful sight!

The one hundred lashes were quickly completed. Henrietta was panting heavily, her breasts, covered in grease, glowing a bright red, clearly beginning to swell. These noble breasts, belonging to the queen, were now swollen from the beating.

"Hmm, quite beautiful. Barbarian Queen, what's inside your breasts that's so resilient?" Eismanil was quite pleased with Henrietta's swollen breasts, and he seemed eager to continue lashing them.

Henrietta raised her noble face: "Lord Eismanil, in our country, nobles who take the blame for commoners deserve double the punishment.

" "That's a noble law, very well, another hundred lashes." "I am the Queen, I should be punished double the noble punishment." "I see!

Very well, I, Eismanil, will respect your law this once, another 300 lashes!" *Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack

! Crack!* The whip fell on Henrietta again, the constant shaking of her flesh making it impossible for her to close her mouth. A wave of dizzying pleasure washed over her; the humiliation and pleasure of being frantically whipped in her most erogenous zones surged to her head. After three hundred lashes, she fainted.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious when she slowly awoke to find Eisman standing before her, grinning. He pinched her cheek in one hand. "Not bad, you understand me, Eisman. You wretched barbarians, just wail like worms before me, hahaha. Especially torturing you, the barbarian queen, is several times more pleasurable than torturing ordinary barbarians. Not bad, not bad." "I'm starting to like you. Keep trying, maybe I'll actually say yes." Eismanil touched Henrietta's lower body, his hand sticky with fluid. He wiped his hand on Henrietta's face. "So lewd. Barbarians are all lewd to the bone. Even after being abused like this, you can still get this wet." Henrietta smiled and said, "Although I am a queen, I am also a woman. I also have a woman's needs. Lord Eismanil, I can satisfy your desires, but I also hope you will keep your promise." Henrietta's pretty face was flushed, like a woman who had just had an orgasm, her charming princess charm radiating.

"Of course, we elves are not like you barbarians. We always keep our word. As long as you try, I said yes." Eismanil laughed heartily. "Hey, you barbarians have such developed breasts, what's inside them? I think our doctors would be very interested in studying it." Elves are generally quite slender, and breasts like Henrietta's are rare. As for huge breasts like Tifa's, they are simply unheard of.

"Lord Eismanil, I can have your doctors examine it, but before that, aren't you curious? With your advanced magic, splitting my breast open and then healing it shouldn't be a problem, right?" Henrietta calmly made a promise that was enough to shatter her own bones.

"Split it open here?" Eismanil pinched Henrietta's breast. Thanks to the protection of the oil, her breast, although badly swollen, hadn't cracked. "You think you can relax during your treatment after you've cleaved this place open, you cunning barbarian? Don't think you can treat this place like a playground, where you can play and rest whenever you want." "Now, let me give you the first test. Hmm," Eismanil cleared his throat, "it's been a long time since I've had this game. My two henchmen will punch you hard in the chest. You're not allowed to scream. When it's over, tell me how many punches you took on each side. Speaking of which, they've never punched such big chests before. Punch them hard, understand?

" Henrietta's face lit up with ecstasy: "Lord Eismanil, please don't go easy on me. Even if you break me, it doesn't matter.

" Since becoming queen, Henrietta had never been so excited. That unbearable, lonely desire surged forth, uncontrollable.

"!!!" A fist carrying a fierce wind struck down like a meteorite, followed by silence. The

next

day, Henrietta, who had spent the night hanging on the wall, was awakened by a basin of water. Eismanil, dressed in luxurious elven attire, stood before her with arms crossed and a disdainful expression.

"Did you sleep well last night, Queen of the Barbarians?" "Lord Eismanil, I'm fine." Henrietta smiled charmingly. A thick layer of elven-specific mud covered her chest; her physical condition was quite good, and apart from being naked, she looked no different than usual.

Eismanil's two servants gave Henrietta a quick wash. Her breasts looked full and vibrant, her skin fair and radiant; yesterday's wounds had completely disappeared. As the servants washed Henrietta, they inevitably touched her nipples several times, which quickly hardened them, making them look particularly alluring.

"Barbarians are inherently licentious, and you, Queen, seem even more depraved. Hey, is there any difference between the bodies of your royal family and those of ordinary barbarians?"

That Tifa girl, her abnormal development is probably due to being tainted by royal blood. Eismanel studied Henrietta's body with great interest, his intense contempt for barbarians finding an outlet in her. "You two, study this barbarian carefully. What's the difference between this one and the others we've captured before?" The two servants, very obediently, immediately began to examine Henrietta's body, earnestly studying the so-called differences. To be fair, Princess Henrietta was undoubtedly a great beauty, possessing a voluptuous beauty unlike Louise's, and a dignified air unlike Tifa's; she was perfectly developed in every way.

One servant sniffed Henrietta's breasts, shook his head, and said, "There's no difference, they're just a bit bigger, and they have no smell either." The other servant pinched Henrietta's ears and examined them for a long time, still unable to discern anything unusual.

The two of them examined Henrietta's body from head to toe, finally discovering something unusual.

"Reporting to you, sir, this barbarian woman's genitals have a stronger odor, and also, the sour smell of her heels is different from that barbarian's last time." Henrietta blushed; she was excited, so her genitals were moist, and her whole body was sweating profusely from nervousness—that must be where the smell from her heels came from. For her, who was usually revered as a goddess by countless people, these physical characteristics had never been mentioned before. Moreover, mentioning it made it seem as if Henrietta's body was even more alluring than that of ordinary women, which made the princess feel both embarrassed and excited.

"Hmph, barbarians are truly filthy creatures. Tie her up and put her in the back of my carriage; I think Elder Manchar will be interested. Barbarian Queen, you'd better learn your lesson; I haven't agreed to any bets with you yet." Eismanil directed his servants to tie Henrietta up tightly, tossing her into the box at the back of the carriage like a bag of trash, and then they set off.

Elder Manchar was an elderly elven woman; her dwelling seemed rather remote, a solitary house nestled in a small grove, with no other houses nearby. When Henrietta met Elder Manchar, she was still bound and gagged, and of course, still naked. Manchar's eyes widened in surprise.

After Eismanel explained in detail, Elder Manchar's aged face blazed with fury: "You, Eismanel, you actually brought the barbarian queen here! The stench of these inferior creatures won't dissipate for ten days!" "Elder, please calm down. Aren't you also a little curious about the barbarian anatomy? Besides, this is the barbarian queen; she should be quite valuable for research." When Eismanel spoke to Elder Manchar, his usual arrogant demeanor completely disappeared, demonstrating the elder's extraordinary status.

"Who said I'm interested? It's just that I, Manchar, have been a doctor my whole life, and I have a need to understand a little about the bodies of these inferior creatures." Although Manchar's anger hadn't subsided, her narrowed eyes kept darting around Henrietta, clearly showing that she was also somewhat tempted.

"Carry this barbarian woman into the shed. Remember to put a cloth down, otherwise the table will stink.

" Manchar finally decided to observe and study Henrietta, though her words clearly showed her contempt. A queen, in this elder's eyes, was less than a bug.

Henrietta maintained her princess smile. It was the first time her body had been treated so degradingly, and she felt a strange excitement flowing through her. "How exciting..." Henrietta went from being bound hand and foot to being wrapped and restrained again. She was wrapped in a dirty cloth by several elves and led to a simple wooden shed in the distance. The place was dirty and damp, with unknown plant specimens and animal bones hanging everywhere, and a strange smell constantly assaulted everyone's noses. The stone slab used to place Henrietta looked like it had been used to slaughter some kind of animal, and an unpleasant odor lingered on it.

"Leave it here, and tie its hands and feet up, just like you did with that beast last time!" Elder Manchar directed two servants to bustle about, securing Henrietta to the stone slab in a spread-eagle position, making her look like a lamb to the slaughter. Henrietta's breasts were exposed without any cover in front of so many people, and the cool breeze seemed to have hardened her nipples.

Henrietta's gentleness and shyness did not evoke any sympathy from the elder. She commanded the servants in a very harsh tone, and soon a large pile of unknown tools filled the small wooden shed. Manchar held an old notebook, writing something down as she looked at Henrietta, scrutinizing every inch of her skin from head to toe.

Henrietta seemed a little bewildered. Manchar's rude comments made her face grow redder and hotter, her nipples remained erect, and her lower body began to wet. Manchar pinched her soft breasts, squeezing them casually a few times, then frowned and said, "Barbarian breasts are really strange. They're softer than elves', but so much larger. Could this be because barbarians have such high reproductive capabilities?" Manchar was just talking to herself. She touched Henrietta's breasts, then quickly moved to her lower body. "Wet and tender, they seem more fragile than ours, how strange." "By the way, what's the inside of a barbarian's genitals like? You two, pull this female barbarian's lower body open." Under Manchar's command, two elven servants inserted their fingers into Henrietta's vagina, then pulled hard to both sides, and the elastic organ opened as expected.

Henrietta felt a tearing pain in her lower body, accompanied by a great sense of humiliation. She had very little sexual experience, and her lower body was as narrow as an untouched virgin's, her tender and moist labia almost torn apart.

"Hmm, quite a few folds. Is this opening the uterus?" Manchar's gaze fell upon Henrietta's vulva, which had been roughly opened by the servants. The pink flesh was exposed, and the cervix deep within the vagina slowly undulated, surrounded by the vaginal walls. A considerable amount of vaginal fluid was visible clinging to the walls.

"Barbarians are indeed creatures who think about mating all the time; even their mating organs are so wanton!" After examining Henrietta's lower body, Manchar roughly flicked the vaginal wall with his finger, causing her to cry out in pain. Eismanil stood respectfully to the side. Upon seeing Henrietta's vagina, a look of disgust appeared on his face, as if he wished he could tear this beauty to shreds.

"Barbarians, do you mate anytime, anywhere? You're the queen, can those barbarians of lower status mate with you?" Manchar clearly didn't understand human social systems and etiquette, but Henrietta smiled and replied, "Elder, we need mutual consent to mate, just like you. You usually have fixed partners, and we also get married. However, as the queen, my status is a bit special, and marriage is perhaps a luxury for me. Even if I long to mate, it's difficult to find an opportunity." "Oh? So, you exude an aura of mating, yet you rarely succeed?" Manchar's eyes darted around, and a wicked idea popped into his head. "Lift it up, let's go to the Nightmare Forest." The Nightmare Forest wasn't far from where Manchar lived, but a conspicuous sign blocked the entrance: This place is extremely dangerous.

Manchar waved his hand, signaling his servants to keep a closer eye on things, and the group went straight in.

Clearly, Manchar was quite familiar with this place. As a seasoned elven apothecary, she must have been here countless times. The variety of plants here was unbelievable, especially considering it was in the middle of the desert. The occasional hoarse animal cries echoed from above the trees, making everyone uneasy.

Manchar led the group to the foot of an old tree. She left Henrietta alone under the tree, while she and the others stood about ten meters away, cleverly concealing their presence with a concealment spell.

Henrietta quickly realized what was happening: a gigantic spider, comparable in size to a dragon, pounced on her, pinning her to the ground and binding her with countless sticky threads, rendering her immobile. This enormous, dark spider was covered in velvety hair, its massive jaws opening and closing terrifyingly.

Henrietta turned pale with terror. She hadn't expected to be handed over to such a massive monster.

But now, the silk threads completely bound her; there was no way to escape.

The giant spider's head extended something resembling tentacles, the tips of which were coated in a sticky liquid. It groped Henrietta's body haphazardly, seemingly trying to ascertain what kind of creature she was. These tentacles stopped at Henrietta's lower body, the thick, sticky fluid making them somewhat infatuated.

Soon, as if discovering a new continent, the giant spider's enormous legs stomped rapidly, the silk being rewoven into a stronger shape. Henrietta found her legs being pulled apart.

"What is this spider trying to do to me, ah!" Before Henrietta's scream could subside, a huge, dark penis from the spider's tail was thrust into her vagina. Fortunately, the penis was slender enough for the spider's size, only about the thickness of an adult's arm. However, the enormous penis, far larger than a normal penis, still made Henrietta gasp. Her lower body swelled as if it would burst, her vaginal walls stretched to their limit, the massive object visible even on her stomach.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The giant spider began thrusting its penis into Henrietta's vagina. This overwhelming pleasure instantly overwhelmed her; her eyes rolled back, and she screamed in a daze, her breasts swaying rhythmically with the thrusting.

After a while, just as Henrietta was about to climax, the giant spider pushed against her cervix and ejaculated its product inside her. It wasn't semen as she had expected; a pale green liquid flowed from Henrietta's vagina, its stench filling the air.

Henrietta had just climaxed and was still savoring the experience when the spider withdrew its penis, simultaneously wrapping its silk around her vaginal opening. Henrietta was completely bewildered. Since the spider didn't seem to want to eat her, she could relax for the time being.

Elder Manchar, along with several others, hid within the magic circle, observing without moving. After about half an hour, Henrietta's belly began to visibly swell, as if she were pregnant. Henrietta stared wide-eyed at her stomach; she could now see it expanding, her uterus being stretched by something.

Not long after, her belly, now as large as a small watermelon, suddenly felt unknown foreign creatures enter her vagina. After an extremely itchy stimulation, her vaginal opening was stretched open, and one after another, small crawling worms emerged. Yes, soft, limp crawling worms, not small spiders.

These worms seemed boneless, their entire bodies limp, with only a single antenna around their eyes. After emerging from Henrietta's vagina, they quickly gathered together and crawled to Henrietta's breasts. "Are these little creatures interested in my breasts too?" For some reason, Henrietta found herself thinking about being violated by these little reptiles. The thought of these disgusting creatures having just crawled out of her womb sent waves of orgasmic pleasure through her.

The giant spider remained silent for a moment, simply observing what was happening to Henrietta. After the reptiles clung to Henrietta's breasts, they suddenly began releasing an acidic liquid. Their limp bodies were about to tear Henrietta's breasts apart.

"Ahhh!" Henrietta panicked. A tingling, numb sensation spread through her breasts. She could feel them disintegrating. The reptiles inserted parts of their bodies into Henrietta's breasts, desperately sucking on something. "Flee!"

Manshal suddenly rushed out of the magic circle, raising his hand and unleashing a beam of light at the giant spider and the reptiles. The giant spider hissed and immediately turned and fled. The reptiles fell off Henrietta's breasts, curling up into dead balls. "Not bad, there are six.

" "What just happened?" Henrietta was still shaken. She saw that her breasts had been split open in several places, but no blood was coming out.

"These spiders like to lay eggs on other female animals, but not to reproduce their offspring. They like to eat the meat produced from it, which is what these insects around you are now. If I hadn't stopped them, you would have been half eaten by these insects. They prefer the fatty parts." Elder Manchar paused, then continued, "Speaking of which, the barbarians are really remarkable. They can actually produce six at once. In the past, when elven women fell into the hands of spiders, they usually only produced four." Manchar suddenly felt a strange fondness for Henrietta, and his tone softened considerably.

"Ah, Elder, can my breasts still be healed?" Henrietta asked with some worry.

Manchar took out a bottle of medicine. "It's just a small wound. A little ointment and some healing magic will do the trick, and it'll be fine tomorrow." "That puts my mind at ease. By the way, Elder." "Any more questions?" "Since it can be healed, Elder, would you like to see what's inside my breasts?" Henrietta's face flushed again.

"You want me to tear your breasts apart?" "Elder, you want to study them too, don't you?" "Fine, I didn't expect you, this barbarian, to have so much courage.

You two, tear her open right here. I want to see what's so special about barbarian breasts." The two servants slowly tore open Henrietta's breasts with their fingers, a bloody and mangled scene about to unfold. "Tear me apart, let everyone see what's inside Princess Henrietta's breasts, ah..." Henrietta's breathing quickened, pleasure surging through her... The

next

day, in Eismanel's basement, Henrietta, secretly imprisoned, slept on a pile of straw, her body covered in elven-made ointments, surrounded by a faint green glow, clearly having been treated with magic. Henrietta slept soundly, her red hair carefully combed, looking no different from usual.

That day, Henrietta was granted special permission to sleep in late, and then Eismanel, with her and two servants, quietly made their way to a desolate place on the outskirts of the city. It was a small flat area on the edge of the desert, with two solitary, dilapidated houses standing on the edge, with no other buildings in sight.

When Eismanel and his party arrived, a lean elven man emerged from one of the houses, bowing to Eismanel, "My lord, everything is ready." Eismanil nodded silently, then turned to Henrietta beside him and whispered, "You asked me to test you, and I agree today. If you can hold out, I'll let Bidachar and the others go.

" Henrietta smiled broadly, "Lord Eismanil, thank you." Reaching the two houses, a dozen ragged elven men emerged from behind the lean elven man. Their faces were filled with fear and unease, but most of them were quite robust, unlike ordinary elven men.

"My lord, the twelve prisoners you requested have been brought. Please give your instructions," the lean elven man said respectfully.

Eismanil, hands clasped behind his back, surveyed the twelve prisoners with his head held high, speaking in a stern tone:

"You are all lawbreakers, and according to the law, your freedom should continue to be restricted. But today I have a task for you to complete. If you can accomplish this, I can reduce your punishment. That barbarian woman over there has seriously violated the laws of our country. Before execution, we must first destroy her spirit, to make those evil barbarians fear our noble elven race!"

The prisoners exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to do. Eismanil cleared his throat and continued:

"Although you are elves, inherently far more noble than barbarians, I now beg you to sacrifice your noble bodies for the sake of the country, to defile this detestable barbarian!" As Henrietta approached, her beauty already drew whispers from the prisoners. Although she looked somewhat different from elves, her fiery figure was universally acknowledged. These elven men, who had long been abstaining from sex in their cells, were overjoyed to hear that they could rape this beauty and receive a reduced sentence.

Eismanil had the prisoners find a spot in the middle of the open space, spread out simple mats, and then had them draw lots to line up. Henrietta, meanwhile, was stripped naked by her servants and lay down on the mats.

The first elven prisoner, a strong, middle-aged male, stepped forward, shirtless. His saliva seemed to be dripping, and he was already somewhat unable to restrain himself upon seeing Henrietta's body. At Eismanil's command, he immediately pounced on her, his large hands grabbing Henrietta's breasts and kneading them frantically. His penis, already swollen to its peak, was searching for the entrance to her honeyed orifice.

Henrietta's eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, and her breathing gradually became rapid. Her shapely legs unconsciously rubbed against the elven man's body. The elven man's several clumsy attempts to penetrate failed, drawing laughter from those around him. Finally, Henrietta took the initiative, grasping his penis and thrusting it into her honeyed orifice.

"Ah, it's so big..." Henrietta cried out passionately as the elven man thrust in roughly, his glans quickly reaching the entrance of her cervix. Her wet, fleshy opening greedily sucked at the fluids of the different races, trying to merge into one. Seeing Henrietta's cooperation, the elven man intensified his rough thrusting, while simultaneously holding her head and licking her pretty face crudely.

This elven man's rude behavior caused the prisoners to cheer, and the atmosphere gradually heated up. After a while, the elven man simply sat up, his arms clamping Henrietta's legs, his waist pressing against his penis, pounding into her lower body with tremendous speed, a large amount of secretions gushing from the point of their bodies joined. Henrietta's cries grew louder and louder. Those who knew her well would never have known that the princess could have such a lewd side, and would find it hard to imagine the scene of the princess moaning loudly beneath the elven man.

And so it happened. After the elven man's brutal penetration, a large gush of semen shot into Henrietta's cervix, mingling with her own vaginal fluids.

The first prisoner finished his rape, and the second prisoner prepared to go next, but Eismanel stopped him.

He ordered two servants to bring long wooden sticks. "This lowly barbarian has defiled the noble body of an elf. He should be punished with twenty strokes before continuing!" Eismanel meant that Henrietta had to be beaten after each act of intercourse with an elf before the next could continue, and if she couldn't endure it or fainted, the test would be considered a failure. Henrietta's legs were already spread apart by the two elven servants, and they were preparing to carry out the punishment. At

this moment, Henrietta waved for them to stop. She looked at Eismanel and said, "My lord, twenty strokes are too few. Could you increase it to thirty? The original twenty strokes were for the lower body, and the other ten can be for the upper body." She pointed to her chest.

"As rumored, the barbarian woman is indeed obsessed with mating and has a penchant for violence. Very well, ten more blows!" Two servants raised wooden sticks and viciously struck Henrietta's thighs. The wetness of her vulva produced a loud thud, and Henrietta cried out, her expression complex.

The second blow, the third blow... the twentieth blow. The punishment eventually turned into a lively scene of the prisoners counting along. Princess Henrietta was incredibly excited about being publicly beaten in her genitals. The hard blows made her labia swell, making that precious place look somewhat unbearable. But the punishment didn't stop. Henrietta sat up straight, her breasts perked up, indicating that she should be beaten in this position. The two servants swung their arms, and the two wooden sticks viciously slammed into the princess's breasts. The soft flesh rippled like water, then bounced back—a cruelly beautiful sight.

Henrietta hadn't stopped after being beaten thirty times. The elven man who had just mated with her was now aroused. He flipped Henrietta over, pointed at her buttocks, and said, "My lord, I want to step on this slut's ass, is that alright?" "Yes, vent your anger," Eismanel nodded.

The elven man's strong, powerful foot slammed down viciously on the center of Henrietta's buttocks. Under the pressure, her vulva was crushed into a meat pie on the mat, and her love juices flowed freely. "Oh!" Henrietta exhaled. Being stepped on by this rude man was not only painful, but also incredibly humiliating. A strange pleasure coursed through her body, as if she were about to climax again.

The punishment was over, and the second man stepped forward. The second prisoner pounced on Henrietta even more eagerly than the first. Her vulva, which had been beaten with sticks, was hot and swollen, but it was still so tight when thrusting in and out. Her breasts, rosy and flushed, looked even more beautiful. Soon, Henrietta reached another climax under the second man, a large amount of semen once again visiting her uterus.

Eisman watched with pleasure as Henrietta was beaten again; her lewd moans were followed by screams of agony, yet she still actively sought out more blows from the prisoners. Not only her genitals and breasts, but even her buttocks became a regular target, each time being stepped on. Eisman relished the alluring sight of the prisoners' stinky feet sinking into Henrietta's buttocks.

After the eighth prisoner raped Henrietta, her genitals were completely swollen and red, even oozing blood, and her breasts were covered in red welts. Eisman touched Henrietta's burning labia and asked, "Barbarian, can you still feel anything?" Henrietta shook her head, gritting her teeth, "It hurts, I'm not comfortable now." "Then do you want to stop?" "No. If they're not satisfied with my body, let them hit me ten times too." Henrietta's face was still flushed, her red hair was disheveled, but her expression showed no fear.

"Did you hear that? Don't show her any mercy. Barbarians are creatures meant to be beaten to death during mating!"

"Esmanuel shouted.

As the next few prisoners penetrated her, Henrietta could barely react; her swollen vulva, bruised from the beatings, began to go numb, and her response to the thrusting grew increasingly sluggish. Fueled by the disgruntled prisoners' rage, she was struck forty times each time, her vulva nearly losing all sensation, leaving only her violently pounding heart screaming.

Henrietta imagined herself dressed as a queen, her lower body a bloody mess, shamefully transformed into a foul-smelling corpse before the onlookers of numerous alien races. She felt..." She was about to climax again.

Each of the twelve prisoners had ejaculated once, leaving Henrietta's genitals bruised and swollen from the beatings. Every sensual part of this beautiful princess's body had been destroyed.

Eismanil stomped hard on Henrietta's breast, his disdainful gaze sweeping over her. "Barbarian, are you scared by this? The real show is yet to come!" Eismanil's two servants lifted Henrietta and carried her away, the twelve prisoners who had been eagerly anticipating another round leaving disappointed. He led Henrietta to the edge of the desert, where, along with the two servants, came the lean elf man, leading three horses laden with supplies.

Eismanil pointed to the boundless desert and said to Henrietta, "Queen of the Barbarians, the real test is yet to come. If you can traverse this desert on foot in your current state, I will grant your request." Henrietta looked up at the endless yellow desert and sighed, "Is such a simple request your test, Lord Eismanil? I have a suggestion. After I return home, you should also send an envoy. We can sign a peace treaty and end the long-standing conflict between humans and elves." "Hahaha," Eismanil laughed loudly, "Let me, a radical, promote a peace treaty? Interesting, very interesting." His laughter paused, and his face darkened again. "I can consider this suggestion, Queen of the Barbarians. However, when my envoy visits, he will bring some conditions. I hope you will consider them carefully then.

" "Then I await your good suggestion," Henrietta smiled, as if everything was already expected.

Three elves escorted Henrietta on her journey. This stretch of desert road was relatively short, but at a slow pace, it would still take at least four to five days. The lean elven man bound Henrietta's upper body tightly, the rough ropes constricting her breasts like a slave owner to a disobedient slave.

Henrietta's injuries from the earlier mating had been treated with elven ointment, and the elven man had also used magic to heal them, suggesting he was a highly skilled sorcerer. All three rode horses, carrying ample provisions and water, but Henrietta had to walk, and she was completely naked, the scorching sun baking her skin. To prevent Henrietta from exhausting herself under the intense sun, the elven man applied an ointment to her, making her look filthy and like a lowly slave.

On the first day, Henrietta was completely exhausted. When they rested near an oasis that night, she lay wearily on the ground and declared that she wouldn't be traveling the next day. The elven man was as ruthless as ever. He immediately ordered the other two to drag Henrietta to the water's edge and whip her until she begged for mercy and promised to continue their journey the next day.

The desert night was a bit chilly, and the lean man tossed Henrietta a blanket to keep warm. The four of them sat down around the fire. Using the warmth of the firelight, Henrietta crawled towards the two elven servants. Half of the ropes binding her had been untied, allowing her to get food for herself.

"Hey, do you also hate barbarians?" Henrietta asked.

The two elven servants exchanged glances, then looked at the lean elven man across the fire. He remained lost in thought, seemingly uninterested in the situation. "Not really, we've seen plenty of barbarians," one of them replied.

Princess Henrietta's face glowed with a captivating blush in the firelight. She leaned against the two elves, saying, "Honestly, have you thought about doing 'that' with me these past few days?" "That...that?" the two servants stammered, unsure what to do.

"You've been hitting me all this time. Have you thought about being a little gentler?" Henrietta grasped one of the elves' penises in one hand—a hard, erect member of desire. For any race, it didn't matter; he was still attracted to a beauty like Henrietta.

"Hehe, I've been thinking about this for a long time. Want to try?" Henrietta's face was full of seduction. She pressed her breasts against the elf's hands. "Want to be defiled by a few ordinary people? I've wanted it for so long. Even the people in the palace haven't been able to satisfy me.

" "This, this, I, I..." The two elven servants swallowed hard. The lean elven man across the fire still didn't react. The two servants became bolder. One of them reached out and grasped Henrietta's full breasts, squeezing hard. The flesh peeked out from between his fingers—how tempting!

Henrietta casually peeled off the plaster on her lower body. The pain had vanished completely, and her tender vulva was back to normal. She couldn't help but marvel at the unique effectiveness of the elves' combined herbal and magical healing methods. The elven servants pounced on her, the two long-suppressed elven men taking Henrietta's nipples into their mouths and sucking hard.

"Mmm..." "Mmm..." Henrietta squinted, enjoying the elves' service, her desire slowly aroused, feeling a surge of energy coursing through her body. "Wait a minute," she gently pushed the two elves away. "I

've been walking all day, I'm so tired. Don't you think I'm a little dirty?" Henrietta asked them with a smile. Normally, these lowly commoners would be lucky to even lick the heels of a beautiful queen like Henrietta, so why would they mind the queen's sweat? But the elves didn't consider humans as noble beings. They looked closely and replied, "There is a slight odor, but it's acceptable. Don't you barbarians have a rather unpleasant body odor?" "Is that so? Then tell me, what do my breasts smell like?" Henrietta chuckled.

The elven servant replied, "Hmm, a bit salty, and a bit sour. But it's really big; we've never touched anything so nice." "So, compared to elven prostitutes, do you think I'm better or worse?" "Prostitutes smell better than you, but they usually don't have a figure like yours, hmm." "In that case, let's take me to the river and wash me first, be rough with me." "Yes, yes, that's fine." The two servants thought this was a good suggestion. They threw Henrietta into the nearby oasis and rinsed her clean in the water, removing the grime and odor accumulated throughout the day.

Henrietta was turned over and over in the water like a sow, and they even probed her vagina with their hands. After confirming that she was clean, they pinned Henrietta down by the water's edge, and their fierce penises began to attack.

这个地方距离精瘦精灵男子要更加远一些，两个仆人也更加大胆了，他们甚至让安丽埃塔替他们舔肉棒，淫慾的肉体交欢在沙漠上开启，美丽的女王再次被异族玷污，最为崇高的阴道先后吞下陌生的精液。

一番云雨之后，两个精灵仆人也开始气喘了，安丽埃塔背靠着精灵的大腿，俏脸布满红晕，下体仍在不断流出精液与爱液的混合体。「蛮人，我们两个一直想对你做一件事。」精灵问道。

安丽埃塔眼睛半眯，一只手玩弄着精灵软下来的阳具，轻轻点点头：「说吧。

「」我们想，用自己的手脚，狠狠揍你。这几天老是被逼用工具，不太自在。

「」行啊，那你们把我拖到火堆旁，打给那个木头人看看，要当着他的面把我的尿给打出来，行吧？「」没问题，不过可能得用踩的。 "Henrietta smiled, "It's alright, hit harder, please don't hold back." That night, Henrietta was pinned to the sand by the two servants and beaten repeatedly. She only remembered losing control of her bladder at the end, while the elven servants pinched their noses and said the barbarian queen smelled particularly bad.

The next day, Henrietta, covered in wounds, was again covered in ointment. Unable to walk, she was tied to a horse. It seemed she wouldn't have to walk for the next few days, the price being being gang-raped and beaten by the two elves every night. Thinking of this, Henrietta's vagina began to wet…

In the palace of Tristine, Queen Henrietta returned safely after her trip. Although the guards had some complaints, the queen's safety was the top priority, and they couldn't say anything. However, for Henrietta, this return was not the end of her mission; the final climax would begin with the arrival of the elven messengers.

About a month later, the long-awaited elven ambassadors arrived in grand style. Although it wasn't Eismanel leading the delegation, the lean elven man who had escorted Henrietta that day was also in the procession. Henrietta welcomed them with great ceremony into the palace. The palace.

The elven ambassador's visit wasn't to sign a formal peace treaty—that would be too abrupt—a fact Henrietta had anticipated.

The elven ambassador's purpose was to leverage the friendship forged during the war against the dragons, requesting the release of elven prisoners from human nations. They brought unique elven medicines and magical items in exchange, a significant step towards peace, already a profoundly meaningful beginning.

Henrietta arranged a grand ceremony to welcome them and readily accepted the elves' proposal. Taking the first step towards peace was what most people hoped for, and things proceeded smoothly, quickly nearing completion.

The night before the elven ambassador's departure, a lean elven man quietly slipped into Henrietta's room and explained their purpose. Henrietta knew this was Eismanil's special representative, and without hesitation, she followed the elven man out of the window and quietly into the annex of the palace where guests were received. The elven ambassador

wasn't there; instead, ten more elves were present—the very people the ambassador had come for: the released elven prisoners.

They had been imprisoned in human countries for quite some time, and the resentment they harbored towards humans couldn't be dispelled overnight. The elven ambassador planned to take these people back to his homeland, as some of them were extremely vicious and needed to be strictly guarded even back in the elven kingdom.

Initially, the elven prisoners didn't recognize Henrietta; they were merely curious about this human woman. Some lecherous individuals even whistled at Henrietta's shapely figure, and judging from their appearance, these people were mostly not good people. Therefore, Tristine wholeheartedly supported the elven ambassador's condition of taking the prisoners back.

After the elven man led Henrietta inside, two elven guards silently closed the windows and doors, temporarily making the gathering place secluded.

Henrietta walked to the center of the crowd, looked around, and smiled, saying, "My fellow elves, you've had

a long journey. Congratulations on regaining your freedom. I am Henrietta, the current Queen of Tristine." Upon hearing Henrietta's identity, the elven prisoners could hardly believe their ears. What could the Queen possibly want with her coming to their rooms so late at night? Whispers arose, and some lecherous men even exclaimed how beautiful the Queen was. Henrietta responded to these comments with a smile. She waited until the discussion subsided slightly before speaking, "Who said I was beautiful? Please step forward." As soon as Henrietta finished speaking, a burly elven man stepped forward. "Your Majesty, you are indeed very beautiful." He had a wicked grin on his face, and seemed to be starting to have wicked thoughts.

"Really? Thank you." Henrietta smiled brightly, then said, "Can you tell me what's beautiful about me, or rather, what makes me different from the women you consider unattractive?" This was a rather strange question. The elven man scratched his head, unsure whether to answer, but the wiry elven man standing by the window nodded, giving him courage. "Your Majesty, your face is so beautiful, it makes one want to kiss it, hehe.

" "Thank you, is there anything else?" Henrietta still smiled at him.

"Hmm, the Queen's figure is fucking hot, you can smell her sultry scent from far away, hahaha." The burly man's bold answer caused an uproar among the prisoners. Someone shrieked, "You idiot, this is the Queen! Do you want to be executed immediately?!" "The Queen told me to say what's beautiful about her body, so isn't that true?" The vulgar elf was a little aggrieved, but Henrietta came to his rescue. "You're right, I won't be angry." The crowd quieted down, and Henrietta took out two cloth bags from her bosom and casually handed them to the elven prisoners. "Guess what's inside. You can only touch and smell, you can't open them." Henrietta found a stool and sat down, still maintaining her queenly demeanor.

The elven prisoners passed the cloth bags around, each one smelling and touching them, generally confused and clueless. Even the two elven guards took them and smelled them, but they couldn't say anything either.

"It smells a bit fishy?" "It seems like there's cloth inside too." "The smell isn't good, what is it?" Just as everyone was speculating, Henrietta's face quietly turned red. The burly elf man cut to the chase:

"You bunch of idiots, you don't even recognize a woman's scent. There's probably some cloth stuck to a woman's genitals in here.

The other one smells like a whore anyway." "You guessed right. What did you do to get arrested?" Henrietta's face turned even redder, but luckily the room wasn't brightly lit, so no one noticed.

The loud-voiced elf man chuckled and said, "Me? I raped two girls and even bit them, so I got arrested. Damn it, I haven't tasted a woman's scent in ages. Your Majesty, could you call me a prostitute?" Henrietta looked directly into his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. She gently waved for him to come closer. "So, what kind of woman's scent do you think is in here?" "Damn, it's so pungent and sour, it smells amazing! I bet it's the stuff of some slut who's always moaning, fat and ugly, smells like a bitch." He grew bolder, or rather, it was his nature. The restless elven prisoners, seeing that he had guessed correctly, began to whisper amongst themselves, their courage growing. They just couldn't understand why the Queen herself would personally give them two pieces of women's underwear.

"Are you saying I'm fat and ugly, or a bitch?" Henrietta's smiling expression never wavered, unusually calm.

"Ah, no, no, no, Her Majesty the Queen must smell sweet and fragrant. I meant that bitch, not Her Majesty the Queen.

" Now it was the man's turn to be flustered, momentarily panicked. But some perceptive people had already sensed something was amiss; a deathly silence was spreading.

Henrietta finally spoke, "What if I told you these clothes are mine? Untie them and see.

" Her dignified demeanor made it hard to imagine that she would give her underwear to a strange man to smell.

The burly man didn't speak. He untied the package in his hands. It contained a woman's pink panties and a pink bra. The scent was emanating from these two garments. He touched the panties in his hand; they were slightly damp. The fresh scent clearly belonged to a woman, but he couldn't imagine that they belonged to the Queen.

"Your Majesty, you're not joking, are you?" The burly man blinked, looking somewhat disbelieving. The other elves also took the panties and bra, all wanting to smell them again to confirm if their sense of smell was faulty.

Henrietta gave a mischievous smile and said, "But it's from last night, it's been sitting around all day, so it's got a bit of a smell. Don't think of me as too noble; even a queen is a woman, and she has a woman's scent." She held out her hand to the burly man, "If I wanted you to lick my feet, would you agree?" The burly man frowned and didn't agree, but another tall, thin elven prisoner behind him rushed out and shouted,

"Lick the queen's toes! That's every man's dream!" He rushed to Henrietta, knelt down, and was about to kiss her shoes.

Henrietta gently stroked his hair, "Wait, take off my shoes first." The tall, thin elven prisoner clearly enjoyed this, and obediently took off Henrietta's white shoes, then diligently sucked the scent from Henrietta's toes. If this scene were seen by Eismanil, who despised barbarians, he would probably be furious again.

"What does it smell like?" Henrietta asked softly.

The tall, thin man looked up, his face beaming with a fanatical smile. "It smells so good, it's the Queen's scent." "I deliberately didn't change my socks yesterday, and you thought they smelled good too, hehe." Henrietta smiled broadly, pursing her lips. "Tell me the truth, is there any difference between this and the scent of other women you've smelled?" The tall, thin man hesitated for a moment, then replied, "It seems a little sour." "Right? I'm not much different from ordinary women, am I? At least half of you have raped human women before. Since I'm not much different from ordinary women, why don't you dare get a little closer to me?" Henrietta's words hit the nail on the head, and the prisoners suddenly realized what was happening. Their eyes gleamed with greed as they moved closer to Henrietta. This was a group of evil men who had been cooped up in their cells for so long; they were practically powerless against the allure of women.

Henrietta felt a warm, comforting sensation on her feet. Looking down, she saw that the tall, thin elven man had removed her white socks and was excitedly licking her soft, rounded feet, calling her "Queen." Henrietta didn't pull her feet away. She touched the elf's face and whispered, "Do you like my feet?" The elven man nodded. He hadn't done this in a long time and now he couldn't bear to spit out Henrietta's feet. Henrietta chuckled. "According to your elven laws, isn't it a crime for a human like me to put my foot in an elf's mouth?" The thin man, who had been silent and merely observing, suddenly replied: "This is a clear insult, and should be severely punished."

"Then tell me, what punishment should I give you?" Henrietta surveyed the room, continuing to coax them. The elf licking her feet stopped, the foot he held now covered in saliva, filthy even though it belonged to the queen.

No one answered. Henrietta continued, "How about punishing me to be a slave, serving you as atonement? You all have a strong liking for human girls, don't you? While I can't let you continue to hurt others, you can taste my body first, as a souvenir before returning home." As she spoke, Henrietta removed her purple cloak, revealing a white dress and a queen's headdress. She stood up gracefully.

The elven prisoners cheered and pounced, eager to taste the queen's flavor before anyone else. In no time, twelve of them had pinned Henrietta to the ground, even two guards rushed over. The lean man remained standing behind, watching coldly, seemingly uninterested.

Henrietta's clothes were removed piece by piece and thrown aside, soon revealing her sexy body to them. "Don't rush, take your time, tonight I'm your slave." Two elves kissed Henrietta's face, her breasts were squeezed by four or five hands, and three swollen penises were searching for a way to enter her lower body.

The chaotic scene continued, and some even started fighting, but the lean man intervened in time and knocked two of the fighters to the ground. Henrietta's legs were wrapped around different men, and the tall, thin man was still licking her other leg, while an elf who had seized the opportunity began to thrust violently into Henrietta's honey hole.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Henrietta was intoxicated by the stimulation of sex, the elf's penises moving in and out of her vagina at high speed, and her lower body secreted a lot of love fluid, wetting the ground. Soon, Henrietta couldn't even scream anymore. Two penises were shoved into her mouth, their large glans filling her cherry-like lips. The smell of genitals, unwashed for days, filled her mouth, nose, and hair.

One of the elven men tried to pull out his hot penis and ejaculate, but Henrietta grabbed it, letting him ejaculate against her cervix. The burning sensation seemed to melt the contents of her stomach; she felt completely immersed in orgasm.

The elven incest lasted for two hours. These men, long deprived of release, gave all their pent-up semen to the queen. The room was filled with an unpleasant odor, not much better than those chaotic brothels.

Henrietta touched her slightly swollen vulva, licking the semen from her lips. Her breasts were red and rosy from the elves' rubbing, and her whole body felt limp and weak, as if it had been boiled.

After resting for a while, Henrietta finally caught her breath. She thought about how she had actually had sex with over a dozen men inside the palace—something she had never even dared to imagine before—and couldn't help but feel a little smug. She asked the elves lying haphazardly around her, "Is there a difference between having sex with me, a human, and with elven women?" "Of course there's a difference! Elven women are nowhere near as seductive as the Queen. It's so comfortable; I don't want to find any other woman after this!

" "Queen, come home with me! I'll fuck you every day!" "The Queen's breasts are as big as three elves'!

" Henrietta licked the semen off her fingers, sticking out her tongue triumphantly. "You flatter me, but remember, don't go out and do anything bad. You've all had sex with the Queen." Henrietta leaned forward gently and said, "You've tasted my body; now it's time to fulfill your desires.

" "

What does the Queen want?" "Everyone asked.

"I want to be beaten up badly. Everyone in this palace is too scared to even breathe in front of me. It's so boring. I want to experience what it's like to be beaten, is that alright?" Henrietta pleaded, blushing.

An elven man patted his chest: "Queen, you've come to the right person. I was arrested because I beat two people half to death. But I really can't bring myself to hit a delicate beauty like you, haha." "Hmm, it's alright. Come on, how do you hit people? Try hitting me." Henrietta's eyes sparkled; the elven man's fists were more alluring to her than his penis. The elven man cracked his knuckles, scanning Henrietta up and down. "Where should I hit you?" he asked.

"Would you mind hitting me here?" Henrietta spread her legs, pointing to her still-wet genitals.

"I've never really hit this spot hard before, Queen, you're so horny." The elven man clenched his fist, grabbed Henrietta's waist with one hand, and slammed his fist into her vulva. The force of the impact even caused her vulva to cave in a little. Henrietta let out a muffled groan, but luckily someone stuffed a piece of clothing into her mouth, otherwise she would have screamed out loud.

Henrietta's eyes welled up with tears from the pain. She wiped her eyes and sighed, "That really hurts. It's going to break." She touched her labia, now filled with excruciating pain instead of sensitivity, and felt no pleasure at all.

The Queen's lewd appearance reignited the lust of the crowd. Some said that the Queen was too provocative and disgraced her people, and that she should be crippled. Others said that she should be tortured to death. Still others said that the Queen was so evil that she should be beaten to death.

Henrietta smeared a large glob of semen with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth, her expression utterly lewd: "How about this, you guys come and hit those places on me that seduce men, turn me into a worthless, unwanted woman, okay?" "No problem, I also really want to keep beating the Queen, heh." The elven man who had punched Henrietta until she cried earlier was now kneading his knuckles; the Queen's soft, fragrant body had also aroused his violent desires. However, Henrietta pushed him away, "No, let someone else hit me too. How about this, you each choose a method, one by one." The prisoners and the two guards thought for a while, and those who had decided came forward to perform: First, Henrietta lay on the ground, and an elven guard stomped hard on her vulva, the rough sole of his shoe almost tearing her vulva off, injuring part of her vaginal wall.

The second man focused on Henrietta's breasts; he pinched one of Henrietta's breasts with both hands, then twisted it several times like a pretzel, making her ample breast look like it was about to burst.

The third man was the extreme foot fetishist elf. He still wanted to see Henrietta's feet, and then viciously slapped the Queen's feet a dozen times with the sole of his shoe, almost preventing Henrietta from standing up.

The fourth man offered to use his own clothes to strangle Henrietta's breasts, leaving red marks in circles from the rough act.

The fifth man spread Henrietta's vulva and tried to squeeze her uterus, nearly tearing her genitals.

The sixth man was another guard. He made Henrietta spread her legs and then whipped her genitals with the blade of his sword. The Queen's genitals began to bleed at this point, and Henrietta almost fainted.

The seventh man was a rapist. He wanted nothing more than to have sex with Henrietta with his fists, but eventually discovered that Henrietta's genitals were numb and she could not orgasm. Henrietta specifically asked him to insert his fingers into her anus as compensation.

The eighth man forced Henrietta to place her breasts flat on the table, then nearly crushed them with a stomp.

The ninth man, incredibly strong, grabbed Henrietta's breasts and lifted her up, the powerful grip causing her to faint for the first time.

The tenth man, still not satisfied with Henrietta's breasts, used a steel needle brought by a guard to pierce them, leaving the beautiful woman with over a dozen holes, a bloody mess.

The last man was the elf who had initially smelled Henrietta's clothes. He tilted his head, thought for a long time, and finally blurted out: "Queen, I want to bite off your nipples, is that alright?

" Henrietta covered her mouth, surprised, "You think my breasts taste good?" "Hehe, I was caught because I bit off the breasts of two girls." The burly elf laughed.

This request was truly excessive, and Henrietta began to hesitate. At this moment, the lean elf man who had been observing coldly spoke up: "I have two red pills here, specially made by Elder Manshal, very precious. Lord Eismanil anticipated this would be needed, so he gave them to you first, Your Majesty. Take one of these pills first, then apply them after any injury. They will slowly restore organs, although it will take a long time, but it will ensure no permanent disability. The breast area has no bone, so it will heal faster, about half a month." His tone was still icy, but Henrietta was overjoyed. "So, I can be whatever I want now.

" "There's only a little medicine. If it's not enough to apply, you'll have to figure it out yourself." "The lean man replied.

Henrietta smiled and turned to the burly elf man, saying, "I promise you, but you have to tell me what it tastes like. My breasts, you can eat as much as you want, come on." Henrietta's face seemed to be flushed red, the burning sensation urging her to accept this punishment; her breasts, pierced more than ten times, also yearned for this final madness.

"Really!?" The burly elf man was overjoyed. He wasn't usually one to show mercy to women, but this woman was, after all, a queen, possessing an inherent majesty, and he dared not kill her.

Henrietta swallowed a pill, and immediately felt a warm current flow throughout her body, the pain seemingly gradually lessening—a truly wondrous feeling. This pill must have been imbued with elven magic, its effects incredibly fast; the bleeding from the wounds on Henrietta's breasts stopped, and her libido became even stronger as a result.

A jubilant, burly man pounced on Henrietta, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and sucking so hard that it slid further and further into his mouth. Knowing what was about to happen, the guards gagged Henrietta with clothing, and several others held her hands and feet down; the queen looked like an animal about to be slaughtered. After fully savoring the taste of Henrietta's breast, the elven man began biting at her areola, increasing the pressure. Even though she had taken the medicine, Henrietta felt a piercing pain.

"Ugh!" The elven man bit off one of Henrietta's nipples, along with a small piece of areola, leaving a gash on her large breast. A little blood oozed out but quickly stopped. Henrietta's breathing became rapid. Although the pain was suppressed, the sudden emptiness in her nipple was strange; her breast seemed to have lost its restraint and lay flat, no longer firm.

The elven man chewed on the nipple, his eyes red. Devouring the body of such a beautiful girl as Henrietta was the most wonderful thing imaginable. The queen's nipple was chewed to pieces in his mouth, swallowed, and would sooner or later turn into a pile of excrement. "Not bad, not bad, very delicious, a bit easier to chew than a normal human girl's.

" He praised as he ate, even showing Henrietta the nipple he had chewed to pieces in his mouth.

No one dared to snatch his food, and he continued to tear at Henrietta's breast, which had lost its nipple, like a bloodthirsty beast. Pieces of tender flesh from Henrietta's breast were torn off and fed to the elven man, who chewed and swallowed them. Now Henrietta's fatty breasts were completely exposed, and the various tissues inside could be seen. The shocking sight contrasted sharply with the queen's beautiful face.

As her breasts were being gnawed at, Henrietta gushed out copious amounts of vaginal fluid. The extreme stimulation made her lose control, and she even thought that she would just be torn apart and eaten by these people.

"Uh, I can't eat anymore, Queen, your breasts are really delicious." The burly elven man wiped his lips, having swallowed almost the entire breast, raw. The moment Henrietta saw him, she was reminded of her breasts, now rotten inside his stomach, and a strange climax welled up

inside her. "Cut off the rest too. I'll take it back to Lord Eismanil," the lean elven man said. "The lord doesn't want to eat something as filthy as you, don't think like that." Henrietta nodded. Her mouth was still gagged. Two elven guards quickly brought over a box—an exquisite container, clearly made specifically to hold Henrietta's breasts. The pills existed for this very purpose; elves were always curious about her unusually large breasts. Perhaps Manchar also wanted to take this opportunity to understand how her breasts differed from those of the elves.

Who could imagine that in the solemn royal palace, Princess Henrietta was about to have her breasts cut off by an elven man—what humiliation!

The lean elven man grasped one of Henrietta's breasts, pulling it taut to make it appear longer. Then he drew a dagger, a cold, sharp weapon.

He moved, slicing the dagger into the base of Henrietta's breast as easily as cutting tofu, quickly severing most of it. Henrietta stared wide-eyed at this torture, even more astonished by the lack of blood; the cut seemed to scab over immediately, likely due to the effects of the pill. The surrounding

elven prisoners jeered, some immediately offering to taste it, but when the burly elf tossed them the scraps, no one dared to eat.

The elven man, focused intently, sliced open Henrietta's breast, quickly separating it from her body. The heavy chunk of flesh was then tossed into a container held by a guard, looking no different from a lump of pork.

"Hmph, this milk still smells fishy." The lean man treated Henrietta's breasts like garbage.

Sweat beaded on Henrietta's forehead, but witnessing her breasts being cut off still excited her immensely; her lower body was visibly aroused.

Henrietta's fiery figure was now completely ruined. One of her breasts was cut off and placed in a box, to be taken back to the elven kingdom in the desert. No one knew what Eismanil planned to do with it, or even what those beautiful breasts would look like after rotting. As for the other breast, by tomorrow it would only be a pile of foul-smelling excrement.

Henrietta's love fluids flowed everywhere, soaking her queen's robes. The lean elven man crushed another red pill and smeared it evenly on the two large scars on Henrietta's chest, then made her put on her bra and clothes herself. At this point, Henrietta appeared almost unchanged from the outside; no one knew that her breasts had been cut off beneath her queen's clothes.

"You're going back tomorrow, right? I'll invite you to breakfast tomorrow morning." Exhausted, Henrietta announced the end of the night's revelry, slipping a small note into the hand of a slender elf as she spoke, a gesture she made discreetly in front of everyone else.

The insane game of having her breasts cut off in the palace had brought Henrietta to orgasm several times without any further penetration. However, she knew that soon an elven assassin would sneak into her room, wake her from her sleep, force her to take drugs, tie her up, cut off her labia while she was still in the throes of orgasm, and then demand payment for his services.

Thinking of this, Henrietta became wet again…

[The End]

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