The Meatball Princess Chapter 10 Attack

The following morning, around 11:00 AM, the port of Meatball, located east of Nibeld City, was bustling with people. The port area was partially blocked off and filled with warships.

"Agatha, have a safe journey!"

"Come back safely!"

"God bless you." Alexandra, Martin, Sophia, Celia, Rosemary, Alice, Nicholas, Christine, and Barry all bid farewell to Agatha, who then boarded her warship, waving goodbye as it departed amidst cheers.

Although the Kingdom of Nibeld claimed to have sent a total of 220,000 troops to the front lines, the military could not possibly deploy such a large navy to the north simultaneously, nor could all of these 200,000 men be stationed at a single naval base. Therefore, the fleet that Agatha's ship belonged to consisted of only thirty warships carrying soldiers and ordinary weapons, and twenty supply ships responsible for transporting food, horses, wagons, and heavy weapons (though this was still considered a relatively large fleet at the time).

Of course, since this fleet was personally led by Privy Councillor Hazel (who was also Queen Alexandra's favored female sexual partner) and Rear Admiral Dennis, Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Lesforti Navy, the ships were naturally filled with elite troops and fully armed. However, there weren't many ships, and each ship was relatively small. The Sas Kingdom's warships dared not easily engage this elite force head-on (unless they had some unexpected trickery).

The fleet advanced in a slightly right-leaning arc, with warships on the outer circle and supply ships on the inner circle. Both warships and supply ships were arranged in a staggered pattern to allow the warships to retreat immediately to the inner line for a counterattack if the enemy attacked from the right. This perfect formation was, of course, personally planned by Hazel; in fact, apart from the Qing Dynasty navy on Earth being foolish enough to arrange warships in a "bird-like" formation, most warships in the world would also be arranged in a linear formation, since cannons are always mounted on the port and starboard sides to attack the enemy.

Because of the ships' small size, the fleet moved very quickly. Of course, due to the large number of ships and the considerable cargo they carried, it was impossible for them to complete the voyage in three days like ordinary merchant ships. However, thanks to the special design of the ships, the total time required was only one day longer. Time passed quickly, and before Agatha knew it, she had been on the ship for three days.

As both a princess and a lieutenant, Agatha was assigned to work on Hazel's warship under Hazel's arrangement. Because she was proficient in magic, knew how to use machinery, and was skilled in operating cannons, she was naturally responsible for managing a small squad of artillerymen on the second deck at the stern, responsible for defense. This position was both challenging and relatively safe, satisfying Agatha's competitive spirit and reassuring Hazel.

However, since the fleet had not encountered any enemy resistance for the past three days, the artillerymen did not have much work to do, occasionally being assigned to heavy tasks such as cleaning on the deck or in the cabins, and Agatha was no exception. But Agatha wasn't annoyed. She continued working diligently as always, hoping to gain her superiors' approval.

"Agatha, it's time to change shifts." Just as Agatha was still scrubbing the deck at the bow, a male soldier gently patted her shoulder, indicating she could rest. Agatha stood up, brushed the dust off her blue uniform, and walked across the busy deck to the cabin door.

She first passed the mess hall, then went down the stairs to the first floor, and walked along the corridor towards the center of the ship. This was the warship's "red-light district," with small bathhouses and dozens of private rooms—the studios of military prostitutes. The corridors were lined with people, some soldiers off duty, some military prostitutes; as Agatha passed, two male prostitutes immediately approached and embraced her. Neither of them wore uniforms, only thin underwear, their cheeks powdered, their lips lipstick applied, and of course, they wore all-over light blue eyeshadow.

“Lieutenant Agatha, here so early?” the male prostitutes asked. Although everyone knew Agatha was Queen Alexandra’s daughter, a princess, in the army, people only addressed her by her rank; this was because, in the military, whether civilian or noble, status was determined solely by rank, and noble titles held no real command authority.

“I didn’t bring any money,” Agatha said with a laugh.

“Don’t play dumb! Everyone knows military prostitutes provide free services.” In fact, military prostitutes were a special benefit provided by the military to its soldiers, so all expenses were paid directly by the military, and soldiers didn’t have to pay anything (of course, soldiers often tipped the prostitutes to get a turn). Military prostitutes were also soldiers, only their primary role was providing sexual services during their service; however, they were required to go to the front lines if needed.

“You know I only go to the prostitutes and male prostitutes after dusk,” Agatha said. “I have things to attend to now. I’ll come find you after dinner tonight.”

“Don’t worry, since the lieutenant made the appointment beforehand, we won’t be entertaining anyone else tonight.”

“That’s good. Then, my dear, wait for me in the room tonight.” So Agatha continued on her way. Along the way, she continued to greet other familiar prostitutes and male prostitutes, as well as other soldiers; only after passing through this small red-light district did the corridor quiet down.

She went down the stairs to the third floor, where she reached the warship’s stables. Agatha immediately found her horse in the stable behind the stairs.

“Hey, are you alright?” Because the military at the time considered economic expenses and wanted to save on the cost of feeding horses, they allowed nobles or wealthy people like Agatha to bring their own horses to the war; therefore, Agatha also chose her favorite horse to accompany her to the war. It was a tall, brown horse, male, with black reins; strangely, this horse also had a pair of white wings on its sides. However, observing the other horses on either side reveals that regardless of whether they are black, white, or brown, they all possess wings.

"Your Highness, as the saying goes, no one visits a temple without a reason. You surely haven't come just to say hello." Having wings was already quite strange, but now this horse was even speaking! From an Earthling's perspective, this was absolutely impossible. Yet, on the continent of Lesforti, no one had ever been surprised by this; from childhood to adulthood, the horses they had seen were always like this.

"Haha, Cook, it seems you're as clever as I am," Agatha said gently, her arms around the horse's neck.

"Princess, don't talk nonsense. When have humans ever been as clever as horses…" Judging from its flippant tone, the horse seemed utterly fearless towards Agatha, showing no particular politeness or caution in its speech because of her status.

“You’re really bold, aren’t you? No, I have to punish you.” Agatha said with a mischievous laugh, then took a riding crop from the saddle on Cook’s back and lightly lashed it.

“Gah… a few more lashes, please.” However, Agatha only patted it a few times before stopping; she walked behind Cook, then squatted down to examine its genitals, noticing that a horse’s penis was much longer than a human’s; the one in front of her was at least nine inches long, fiery red in color, and after Agatha’s brief, gentle caress, it immediately became erect.

“Hey, Princess… don’t just rush around like that, you need to take off your clothes first…”

“Okay, okay, don’t rush me.” So Agatha stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, and began to remove her clothes one by one…

At the same time, a loud groan came from the deck at the stern. Although the rain and snow had temporarily stopped, and the seawater hadn't frozen due to the warm current, the temperature was still only around zero degrees Celsius; however, Hazel, a knight by birth and with a strong physique, was clearly not intimidated by the cold wind. Regardless of the surrounding weather, making love was still a human duty, and this was the code of the knights of the Kingdom of Nibel.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhhh..." Hazel sat on a black body, her legs clamping a pair of beautiful black legs, a huge black object inserted into her pink tender hole, her full breasts swaying up and down, her dark hair disheveled, her eyes and mouth exuding a thirsty aura like a wild beast. From her hair, beautiful face, smooth breasts, tender buttocks to her white legs, she was covered in semen from different penises, completely immersed in semen, yet her greedy tongue continued to entice the two brown penises in front of her to ejaculate. She could be described as a true semen-soaked slut.

However, instead of calling her a slut, it would be more accurate to call her a queen, for on either side of her lay numerous men, exhausted and utterly conquered, most of them young. Only the four young men's fiery red penises before her, and the enormous member inserted into her lower body, still possessed any strength.

The man being ridden by Hazel was a black man, her husband, Dennis, the commander-in-chief of the North Lesford Navy; however, no matter how imposing he usually was, in his lust-driven state, he could only obediently submit to Hazel's every command, letting her play with him.

Soon, at Hazel's command, the two young penises pressed their glans against her warm lips, allowing her lewd tongue to savor them. His hair was short, but his eyelashes were long and curly; his brown eyes stared intently into Hazel's eyes from beginning to end, his cheeks flushed, his mouth seemingly wanting to say something, yet unable to utter a word.

It's worth noting that his body, like Hazel's, was covered in semen; some semen flowed from his anus, some was smeared on his scrotum and penis, and some was spread on his chest and face; although the amount was small, it was enough to create a beautiful, lewd portrait of naked men. The other men were the same, each covered in the semen of others, but they didn't seem to care at all, some

even letting out faint moans of excitement. "Ah... give it to me... shoot... ahh ... Semen, brimming with warmth and love, shot from the glans, spraying one by one onto their two lewd mouths; their brown pupils were soon submerged along with their noses, and before long, new white appeared on their hair and cheeks.

The milky white color poured onto Hazel's face, making her skin even whiter; conversely, the whiteness made Dennis's already dark skin appear white as well. Whether the penis pounded their faces like a fierce fist, or the semen rained down mercilessly on them, the knights seemed utterly unafraid, but rather delighted.

"Reporting, General..." Just as Hazel and Dennis were still enjoying the pleasure of the penis, a female soldier hurriedly came down the stairs towards Hazel, as if she had something urgent to report. When she saw Hazel and Dennis's frenzied state, she showed no surprise, and didn't even pay much attention to their lewd appearance and naked, beautiful bodies; she simply stood behind Hazel and reported to her.

"Excuse me for interrupting the General's lovemaking, but we've just spotted about fifteen enemy warships approaching us at high speed in an arc formation to the northwest..."

However, Hazel seemed completely unsurprised by the female soldier's report, seemingly ignoring it entirely, and continued moaning. So the female soldier had no choice but to stand aside and wait. Only when his ejaculation was almost over did Hazel speak, saying, "Alright, Denise, let's go check it out."

So, without even putting on clothes or wiping away the semen, Hazel and Denise, in the freezing weather, wrapped themselves in large towels, climbed the stairs to the high platform, picked up their monoculars, and looked towards the northwest. Sure enough, they saw more than ten enemy ships approaching at high speed.

"Denise, what do you think we should do?"

"Change the formation immediately, of course."

"How?" However, this time Hazel wasn't asking Denise, but rather the female soldier who had just reported the news.

"General, are you asking me...?" Now the female soldier finally showed surprise.

“Did you think I was talking to thin air? What’s wrong? Are you trying to disobey orders and refuse to answer your superior’s questions?” Hazel said sternly.

“General, please calm down…that’s not what I meant,” the female soldier said慌张地. “I think…General should order the ships…the ships in front to accelerate, and the ships behind to slow down, turning northeast…”

“Dennis, what do you think?” Judging from the smile on Hazel’s face, she seemed quite satisfied with the female soldier’s answer.

“That’s a good idea, I thought so too. However, I believe that after we rotate to the northeast, we should then rotate to the northwest, encircling the enemy ships in a large encirclement before launching an attack.”

“But they’ve only sent a dozen or so warships. Could this be a trap?”

“Possibly. So we can’t get too close, lest they plant explosives on their ships and then charge.”

“Alright, let’s decide on that.” Hazel then instructed his soldiers: “Order all ships to increase the distance between them. First, rotate 30 degrees to the northeast, then 300…340 to 350 degrees to the northwest. And be careful not to get too close to the enemy ships.”

Then, two soldiers on the platform picked up sticks and went to the two large drums on the platform, striking them loudly. Using the drumbeats, like Morse code, they signaled to the other ships to immediately carry out Hazel’s orders.

While the drums thundered, Agatha was still moaning loudly in the stable, making love to her horse.

"Ahhh...that's it...ahhhhh..." Agatha lay naked on the ground, supporting herself on all fours, her hips raised, her labia wrapped around Cook's fiery red penis, her breasts bouncing like balls, her own penis swaying involuntarily.

"Princess, the drums...are starting."

"Never mind...ahhhhh, just cum for me..."

"Yes..." Cook took a deep breath, then vigorously thrust his glans into Agatha's vagina, making a "ga-ga" sound, which made Agatha's face flush with excitement, her moans growing louder and her swaying movements becoming more exaggerated.

"Ahhhhhh...ahhhhhhhh!" The horse's thick semen immediately gushed from the red behemoth, gushing into Agatha's vagina like a spring, breaking through her labia majora and minora, accumulating in her uterus; Agatha screamed and laughed, gripping the dry grass on the ground, her whole body swaying with the rhythm of the thrusting.

"Pull it out..." At Agatha's command, Cook pulled his penis out of Agatha's vagina; but the ejaculation did not stop. While the semen that had just been ejaculated into Agatha's lower body was still flowing out, her mouth was already eager to be filled with new semen.

She immediately opened her mouth and took the glans in; but her mouth was quickly filled with semen again, unable to hold the endless stream, so Agatha had to pull the penis out of her mouth, letting the semen spray directly onto her face and chest. The semen first landed on her lips, then on her cheeks, nose, and chin, then on her two large breasts, followed by her almond-shaped eyes and forehead, and finally on her long, golden hair. When Cook was exhausted, Agatha's upper body was covered with a thick layer of semen.

"Okay... I have to go back to work, darling..." Agatha said gently, supporting Cook's body and pulling up his weak legs.

"Then... go ahead."

Without even wiping away the semen, Agatha immediately put on her uniform, licked the semen off her lips, her face and hair still covered in thick semen, and left the stable.

Agatha immediately returned to her post. All the members of the squad she commanded were already in position. She had eight subordinates, both female and male, mostly young recruits responsible for operating the artillery.

"Lieutenant, good afternoon. The semen on your face is…" Seeing Agatha return, a female soldier approached her and greeted her.

"It's my horse Cook's semen. Want to try some?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." The female soldier, like a child, clung to Agatha's left arm and licked Agatha's semen-covered face with her lewd tongue.

"Give me a report," Agatha said, wiping the semen from her hair with a towel.

"Yes, Lieutenant." A male soldier then approached, handing Agatha a monocular telescope and instructing the two female soldiers behind her to use ropes to open the cannon's window so she could observe and explain.

“I believe the lieutenant heard the drumbeats just now. The fleet will form a new formation, preparing to

attack those dozen or so enemy ships located to the northwest. As soon as General Hazel gives the order to fire, we can open fire.”

“Then let’s open all the windows and doors.” So the soldiers pulled the ropes attached to the pulleys, opening the windows and doors. Agatha carefully observed the enemy ships through her binoculars.

“How strange, those guys don’t seem to have noticed the change in our formation, still maintaining their tightly packed, arc-shaped formation. Are they all masochists, craving the pleasure of being ganged up on?” Agatha said sarcastically. "Let's ignore it for now. Cannons number one, three, and five, move their angles vertically upwards by forty-five degrees. Don't adjust the horizontal angles for now. As for cannons number two, four, and six, make the same adjustment and keep an eye on everything behind them."

"Huh, that's strange..." Suddenly, Agatha noticed through her binoculars that purple smoke was rising from the bottom of the enemy ship; however, the smoke was very little, and it only rose slightly before settling back down; if it weren't for Agatha's keen observation, no one would have been able to detect the smoke.

"Look, smoke is coming from the bottom of the ship." At this moment, the female soldier who had just licked the semen off Agatha's face heard Agatha's words, picked up her binoculars, and looked out the window.

"Huh, it really is..."

"Purple smoke that settles down... Isn't that the characteristic of smoke produced by one of the projection illusion spells in illusion magic?" Agatha said in surprise. "Oh no, this is a trap! Where's the messenger?"

"The messenger is here." Although the warship wasn't large, it wasn't small either. To ensure messages or orders were immediately transmitted to every unit on board, the navy of the Kingdom of Nibeldi had set up messengers throughout the ship's cabins to act as errand runners. They were used when there were things to report to superiors, or when superiors needed to relay orders to specific units. As for messages to be announced to the entire crew, they were transmitted through pipes that lined the corridor ceilings, using sound wave reflection to spread the message.

"Bring me a pen and paper." Agatha picked up a pencil, wrote some words on a yellowed piece of paper, and then handed the note to the messenger to deliver to Hazel.

The messenger took the note and ran quickly about a hundred yards, then handed it to another messenger; she ran another hundred yards and handed it to the next messenger, repeating this six times. The note was delivered to Hazel in a short time. By this time, Hazel had changed into her military uniform, wiped the semen from her hair, though her face was still covered in it. She sat in a chair, gazing at the distant enemy ships with Dennis, contemplating further strategies.

"General Hazel, this is a note from Lieutenant Agatha, commander of the 20th Artillery Squadron." Hearing the messenger's words, Hazel immediately took the note, opened it, and read: "Watch out for smoke under the ship!"

"Dennis, give me the binoculars." Hazel picked up the binoculars and carefully observed the hull of the enemy warship, also spotting the smoke.

"Oh no, this is a trap!" Hazel exclaimed, realizing the danger. He immediately stood up and hurriedly ordered his soldiers, "Pass down the order: this is a trap! All ships, immediately cease operations, return to their original formations, and then quickly move away from the enemy ships!"

A series of drumbeats boomed across the warships and supply ships; within fifteen minutes, the Nibel Kingdom's fleet had largely returned to its original arc-shaped formation. Then, the fleet turned east, preparing to depart.

Just as the fleet was about to leave, the enemy ships on the distant sea suddenly vanished into thin air like smoke, leaving only an inconspicuous supply ship; this proved Agatha was right—those ships were all illusions. However, before the warships disappeared, neither Agatha nor Hazel seemed to have noticed the existence of the supply ship. Even stranger, this ship did not disappear with the dissipation of the other illusions, and it carried neither cannons nor flags.

"Hazel, look, there's another ship over there..." Dennis said, pointing to the supply ship. “Could it be… really?”

“That’s impossible. No one would be foolish enough to let a supply ship appear alone in the enemy convoy…” Hazel picked up her binoculars, observing the ship closely. She couldn’t find any smoke, but she noticed that the supply ship was gradually accelerating, heading towards her.

“Damn it, that madman Richard must have gone mad again. He must have ordered his men to shove explosives on the ship and then ram it into our convoy, causing an explosion and casualties.” Hazel said seriously.

“Then, let’s fire the cannons immediately before it arrives!” Dennis said.

“No, we must wait until it’s within range before firing, so as not to waste the cannonballs.”

Hazel said. “Alright, pass down the order: all the artillerymen on this ship and on both sides should immediately load the cannons and prepare to fire at any time.”

Then the drums for relaying the orders sounded again. Agatha also began to instruct her subordinates to load the cannons with ammunition.

"Load the shells quickly!" The artillerymen first poured the shells and gunpowder into the muzzle, then picked up wooden sticks and pushed the shells in. The ammunition was ready; they could fire as soon as they received the order.

"Hazel, it's within range," Dennis said.

"Yes, then immediately... wait!" Hazel seemed to see something through his binoculars, suddenly staring blankly, his expression tense and anxious, yet unable to speak.

"What's going on?" Dennis took the binoculars and looked towards the enemy ship. He saw that on the deck stood about a hundred naked girls and boys, their hands and feet handcuffed and shackled. The youngest was only three or four years old, and the oldest was not yet eighteen. They looked terrified, some of the girls and boys were crying, and some had even urinated, completely bewildered.

"Richard has gone too far, dragging innocent children into the war and using them as shields..." Dennis said angrily through gritted teeth.

"They're clearly trying to make things difficult for us," Hazel said. "If we fire, those children will die; but if we don't fire, at that ship's speed, it will crash into us immediately, and we won't be able to avoid it. God, what should we do..."

As the enemy ship drew closer, the scene in the binoculars became clearer, and the gunners on board soon learned why the order to fire had been delayed; the ship was immediately filled with anxiety and struggle.

“Lieutenant Agatha, what should we do?” Faced with her subordinate’s question, Agatha didn’t answer immediately, but lowered her head, her eyes deep in thought. However, she quickly made a decision.

“Gentlemen,” Agatha said seriously, “if I issue an order to you all without the approval of our superiors, I wonder if you…would obey?”

“Of course,” the female soldier answered without hesitation.

“Then, what about the others?” Under the allure of Agatha’s sharp, charming, and captivating almond-shaped eyes, the other subordinates naturally obeyed her.

“Listen, because time is of the essence, there is no time to wait for instructions from our superiors, so we have no choice but to act on our own; I will bear all the responsibility alone,” Agatha said. "Immediately aim the cannons at the enemy ship's ballast and fire; under no circumstances shall you cease firing without my order. Understand?"

"What?"

"Stop hesitating! Adjust the cannons' angles immediately; the ship is about to collide with us." Ballast is the space at the very bottom of every ship; this narrow compartment is filled with stones of all sizes to lower the ship's center of gravity and prevent it from capsizing due to the waves. Therefore,

if the ballast can be damaged, the enemy ship will lose its balance; of course, with the power of Agatha's small artillery squad, it would be impossible to sink the enemy immediately, but at the very least, it could cause the enemy ship to lose its balance, slow down, or even change direction involuntarily; more importantly, such an attack would protect the Nibelung navy's warships from the impact, and on the other hand, it would not directly harm the innocent children on deck, at most causing them to become seasick due to the ship's swaying. Therefore, Agatha, well-read and understanding of such scientific principles, made this unexpected decision.

Of course, not all artillerymen could understand Agatha's orders in real time, but in this critical moment, they had no choice but to follow orders, adjust their angles, and aim at the ballast.

"Fire!" "Bang! Bang!" "Boom!" The sound of cannonballs hitting the enemy ship immediately caught Hazel and Dennis's attention.

"Who fired? We didn't give the order to fire!" Dennis said in surprise.

"Reporting to the general, judging from the position of the guns, it should be the 20th artillery unit firing," a soldier replied.

"What? Is it Agatha firing next?" The tense expression on Hazel's face vanished instantly, replaced by a relaxed smile. "That guy is really clever, he even knows to order his soldiers to fire at the ballast."

"But this is disobeying orders! Even if Agatha is a princess, the eldest daughter of Queen Alexandra, she cannot attack the enemy without orders from her superiors..." Dennis said anxiously.

“Strictly speaking, this isn’t exactly disobeying orders. We didn’t give any order not to fire; we just told them to prepare to fire,” Hazel said. “Besides, I think she might actually do a great job this time.”

“Load the ammunition! Fire!” “Bang!” “Boom!” Sure enough, under Agatha’s relentless bombardment of the ballast, several small holes were blasted in it, ballast stones rolled out, and the enemy ship quickly slowed down due to loss of balance, unable to continue moving in a straight line.

“Alright, alright, cease fire,” Agatha said.

“Lieutenant, look, it worked! The enemy ship has slowed down.” At this point, Agatha’s men finally understood why she had ordered everyone to fire at the ballast, and they cheered and clapped excitedly.

“Dennis, look, Agatha has succeeded,” Hazel said.

“So…should we take this opportunity to send men onto the enemy ship immediately?”

“Of course; do you want to just leave those children on the ship like that?” Hazel asked.

"Pass down the order, send men to board the ship immediately; remember, the safety of all the children on board must be guaranteed. Bring them back first, and we'll identify them when we reach Venus City."

So, several warships of the Kingdom of Nibeldi dispatched dozens of landing craft to board the enemy ship; they quickly and easily subdued the more than fifty enemy crew members, and the children were sent one by one to rest on the Nibeldi Kingdom's warships. About an hour later, the prisoners of war and children were all on board.

"Reporting to the general, the enemy ship is completely under our control. All fifty-odd enemy soldiers on board have been subdued and brought back to the ship, where they are being raped by our soldiers in the cells. As for…" a female officer reported to Hazel.

"It's strange, such a large supply ship, yet no cannons, no flags, only fifty-odd crew members, and so many children imprisoned. What on earth is that perverted Richard thinking?" Dennis said.

"Exactly, that guy wouldn't be stupid enough to hand over a supply ship like that," Hazel said.

“General, there’s something even stranger. We found something on the ship…” the female officer said, her voice slightly tense.

“What is it?”

“It’s unbelievable! We found a tree spirit on an enemy ship!”

“A tree spirit?” Hazel and Dennis were stunned by the officer’s words. Tree spirits were androgynous beings that the Neberians both feared and revered. They lived in the forest, feeding primarily on the semen, vaginal fluids, and milk of humans and other spirits, and also gathering fruit and fish. However, for the few tree spirits in number, humans, these intelligent beings, held another special significance—they were there to reproduce.

Therefore, tree spirits would capture humans and other spirits, both to obtain food and to mate with them to reproduce. Forest hunters, woodcutters, and merchants and travelers passing through the forest regarded them as both sacred and terrifying creatures, never daring to offend them. Some even worshipped them, regularly sending them prostitutes and male prostitutes to prevent them from hunting humans for sex slavery. As for capturing a tree spirit, that was something no one in the Kingdom of Nibel would even dare to dream of.

"Where is she?" Hazel asked.

"Because tree spirits are quite large, we need to use ropes to hoist her up... Look, there she is."

Hazel and Dennis looked towards the bow of the ship and saw the naked body of a hermaphroditic girl.

Sitting atop a three-meter-tall, bare tree trunk, from which countless long, thick, fleshy rods extended; the girl had long, golden hair, her rods as hard as iron, her breasts as large as watermelons, and her alluring eyes gleaming with a terrifying light; this was Amanda.

Due to her enormous size, it took the entire navy of the Kingdom of Nibel to use fifteen ropes and over seventy soldiers to pull her onto the deck. The deck was surrounded by onlookers; most were witnessing a living tree spirit for the first time, their expressions a mixture of excitement, curiosity, tension, and fear.

"Dennis, you stay here. I must go and meet her immediately to express my goodwill, lest she harm us." So Hazel hurriedly descended the stairs, gently adjusting his hair, applying lipstick, and then ordered the soldiers to make way before carefully approaching Amanda.

"My lord, I am Hazel, the commander of the navy of the Kingdom of Nibel, who has come to pay my respects."

Hazel knelt on the ground and said calmly. "May I ask your esteemed name, my lady?"

"I am Amanda," Amanda replied coldly. She jumped down from the tree and stood before Hazel, her eyes fixed on her face. "Tell me, what do you foolish humans mean by this? You captured me first, and now you kneel before me. Is it only through punishment that you learn to obey?"

Amanda rebuked fiercely, several thick, fleshy rods immediately extending from behind her to Hazel's side, poised to seize her.

"Please calm down, my lady! The people of the Kingdom of Nibel have always held these tree spirits in high esteem. Those who captured you were from the Kingdom of Sas in the north," Hazel hurriedly replied.

"In that case, you should prove your respect for me with your actions," Amanda said. “And as their leader, you should set an example.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Then, to show your respect, you should follow the customs of our tree elves, kneel down obediently, and lick my glans to show your submission.” Amanda said with a wicked grin.

Hazel, of course, had no choice but to comply. She stretched out her hands, first gently stroking Amanda’s penis, then sticking out her tongue and obediently licking the fiery red glans.

“Haha, this is more like it.” Just as Amanda was chuckling wickedly, Hazel suddenly realized that the tree elves didn’t seem as terrifying as she had imagined; she was still afraid of their power, of course, but through the intimate contact of her tongue with his penis, she discovered that the tree elf’s penis was no different from a human’s; and Amanda’s beauty had already ignited a surge of excited lust in Hazel’s head. She was completely unaware that this Amanda was no longer an ordinary tree elf, nor did she realize that her penis had become Richard’s tool.

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