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In the Royal Court of the Risen Kingdom, Queen Syrakara sat on her royal throne, cradling her youngest son, Malachar Voidscale Malakar, in her arms.
In front of her, various demons and monsters who held ministerial positions in the Royal Court were seated in their respective places. Some of them were discussing recent events, such as:
• The cooking competition held earlier that day between the Royal Chef, Quinglos, and Queen Syrakara.
• The damage caused in the Ardem Market by the sudden intrusion and attack of a human named Vance.
• Speculation about the outcome, as King Gorgathar himself had gone to capture that human. Queen Syrakara had demanded that she wanted Vance as her new toy.
The other ministers who had no specific topics to discuss were indulging themselves in sex with each other or with the male guards stationed inside the court.
Some of the male ministers were ogling the queen's voluptuous, sexy, and motherly body. She was deliciously naked, openly inviting their lecherous gazes and exposing herself even more thoroughly to them.
Suddenly, a male minister belonging to the incubus species lost control of his horniness. He approached her, his thick swaying cock exposed, and said, "My Queen, can I get the privilege to fuck you as hard as I want? I assure you that today is my lucky day—I have already knocked up and impregnated two mythrakars and a succubus just before arriving here."
Syrakara's eyes gleamed with raw, dripping lust as she spread her thick thighs wider on the throne. With a sultry moan, she stretched her soaked pussy wide open using the middle and index fingers of her left hand, revealing the glistening pink folds that begged to be filled. Her voice came out low, husky, and drenched in desperate need:
"Ohhh~ Ilivtus… my naughty incubus minister… Remember this, darling… Once you ram that fat cock deep inside my royal cunt, you don't get to pull out until I'm completely satisfied… until my greedy womb is drowning in your cum and my pussy stops clenching around you… or it will be your last fucking day alive~"
She bit her lower lip, her massive breasts heaving as she continued in a lewd, breathy tone heavy with aching hunger:
"And if you're so confident you can knock me up today… then try, my sweet stud. His Majesty has been pounding my fertile hole for the last three months, flooding me with load after thick load of royal cum… Even my other twelve husbands have been trying so hard to breed me… but they've all failed miserably. Maybe it's because I only gave birth to my youngest, Malachar, three years ago… and my womb is still so hungry… so empty… aching to be filled again."
Her fingers dipped deeper into her dripping cunt, stirring audibly as she spoke, voice trembling with pure need:
"So… I'm going to give you four delicious options to keep that impressive cock of yours alive. First: If you manage to pump a baby into me, even if you can't fully satisfy my insatiable pussy… you live.
Second: If you fail to impregnate me, then you must fuck me senseless for as long as it takes. In His Majesty's harem, I am the hardest to satisfy… When the King and I fuck, we rut like beasts for 15-16 hours straight on average. You may be an incubus with impressive stamina… but can you outlast my king, hmm? I'm a needy queen who always wants a thick cock buried balls-deep in her womb… So if you slide inside me and can't make me cum buckets… you die~"
"Third: You can just stroke that throbbing dick while staring at my body… imagining how my tight, juicy royal cunt would milk you dry… and leave the real satisfaction to my three sons and the King. Though… if you're lucky, I might wrap my royal tongue around you and jerk you off until you explode down my throat…"
"Fourth and final option: If you're not brave enough for the first two,and you dicided to opt third one, then we'll play a little game of reciprocity. You get a sloppy, worshipful blowjob from the King's main wife… and in return, you'll devour my dripping pussy until I'm satisfied… or until I've cum at least three or four times all over your face. Then we're done."
Syrakara leaned forward slightly, her voice a seductive, dripping purr full of urgent craving:
"Now tell me, Ilivtus… I'm not joking, my horny boy. Just before that damn human interrupted us, the King's massive cock was stretching my birthhole so perfectly, kissing my cervix… it felt so fucking good… But now I'm left like this—wet, empty, and burning with need. Tell me… must your Queen suffer this aching, unsatisfied hunger… or will you be my savior and fuck this royal cunt raw until I'm screaming and cumming all over you?"
As she spoke, Syrakara gently placed the sleeping Malachar beside her on the throne. Her fingers never left her pussy; she plunged her middle finger deep inside with a wet squelch, coating it thickly with her fragrant love juices that smelled sweetly of fresh lime. Lewd, needy moans spilled from her lips:
"AAHNNN~ Mmmhh… UMMH~ AHNN~ MNMMN~ Ohhh fuck, I'm so wet…"
She slowly pulled her glistening finger out and offered it to Ilivtus, her eyes half-lidded with lust.
Completely seduced by the Queen's overwhelming charms, Ilivtus stepped closer, took her hand with devotion, and began licking her finger with hungry passion.
"SLUURP~ LICK~ LLLICK~ SLURP~ SCHLORP…"
"How does your Queen's nectar taste, Ilivtus~?" she purred.
"My Queen… your juices taste like the sweetest fresh honey from Crimson bees near the Risen Mountain foothills," he groaned.
Without wasting another second, Ilivtus dropped to his knees before the throne. He buried his face between her plush thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her soaked pussy before diving in like a starving man. He licked and sucked her swollen, puffy labia with fervent hunger, his tongue dragging hot and wet over every fold. Syrakara moaned loudly and locked her thick, powerful thighs around his head, pulling him even deeper into her dripping heat.
"Mmmhh~ Yes… just like that~"
After thoroughly worshipping her labia, Ilivtus plunged his long, skilled incubus tongue deep into her dark, velvety valley. He fucked her with it relentlessly — thrusting, swirling, and fluttering wildly while sucking greedily on her flowing juices. The obscene wet sounds echoed through the throne room:
"Slurp… schlurp… schllick… slurp… slurp… slurp… schlick… schlup… clit-pop… slurp… slurp… suck… schlurp… schlurp… schllick… clit-pop… mmhph-slurp… fluttering-tongue-slurrppp… slurrrpp… schllick… slurp…"
Syrakara's hips bucked against his face as her arousal skyrocketed. Her lewd, breathy moans filled the court, dripping with desperate pleasure:
"Yesss~! Mhmm… Mhmm… Aahnn~ Ohhh fuck yes, Ilivtus…! Eat my royal cunt just like that… Suck it like you're feeding from your mother's fat tits~ Aahnmm~ Yesssh~ Good boy… Good fucking boy… Show my greedy pussy who you belong to… Aahnn~ You incubus stud… Hmmhm~ Aahnnm~ Ummm~ Mhmhm~ Yesssh~ Deeper~! Make your Queen feel it~!"
While Ilivtus continued devouring her pussy with relentless passion, Syrakara's mind drifted for a moment. She called out breathlessly to her harpy maid Layla, her voice trembling with pleasure:
"Nhmhnm… hnmm~ Layla… why hasn't Flegris returned yet… Ahnn~ I sent her to clean my playground and arrange my slaves… Hmmhm~ Go check on her for me… Nhmmhm~"
She then closed her eyes, fully surrendering to the exquisite tongue-fucking, her body shuddering in building ecstasy.
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Receiving Queen Syrakara's order, Layla immediately headed toward the underground prison, which was Her Majesty Queen Syrakara's 'playground.'
On normal days, except for Syrakara and King Gorgathar himself, no one was allowed to set foot inside. This place had been built exclusively for Syrakara's entertainment. King Gorgathar was allowed to enter, but he did not have the authority to grant permission to anyone else. Even though the Royal Family followed a patriarchal system, it was ironic that even the king faced restrictions regarding this particular place. In truth, it was all due to Gorgathar's love for his main wife, Syrakara.
Humming a simple tune from her tribe's flocklore, Layla sang:
"Come to me, little prey so sweet,
Feel my wings, my talons meet…
In the clouds we dance and breed,
Flock's embrace is all you need…
Surrender breath, surrender seed,
Harpy are queens forever feed…"
Layla reached the outer gate of the underground cell, which was strictly guarded by 200 Royal Knights from the Malakar Royal Family themselves.
Seeing the arrival of another personal maid of Queen Syrakara, the standing female Malakar guard, Decresta Malakar, stopped her: "Now now, stop right there. First that werewolf girl Flegris, and now you… Did the Queen also ask you to clean her playground and arrange the equipment?"
Listening to Decresta, Layla replied, "No, my Queen didn't ask me to do such dirty work. I'd prefer to die than touch those equipments. Do you really think that we noble and ancient harpies would touch equipment smeared with the blood of those filthy humans, elves, and dwarves? Let me tell you… No, no, no, NEVER."
Decresta asked again, "So why are you here?"
Layla made a confused expression as if she had forgotten why she came, and started singing: "Oh… why I'm here… why… Why I'm here… I'm here… Why I'm here… Ooh my bad… My bad… This bird brain of mine… You tell me, why I'm here… Why I'm here… Wait wait… I remembered."
Then she continued normally: "I'm here because Her Highness asked me to find Flegris. She came here to clean Her Highness's equipment. According to Her Highness, she sent Flegris quite some time ago, but Flegris hasn't returned yet. So Her Majesty gave me permission to enter. If you want to confirm my words, you can go and ask her… but whether she will answer you or not, I'm not sure, because she was busy enjoying tongue fucking from Minister Ilivtus."
Listening to this, another female guard, Arcliss Malakar, said, "I know you are a harpy, but please, for the sake of our sanity, stop singing while giving answers. Well yes, quite a while ago Flegris entered inside. I think it's close to one and a half hours. You can go inside and fetch her. Who knows what she's been doing this whole time… but remember one thing—when we open this door, make sure to keep your nose wrapped. A very bad stench comes from inside."
Listening to this, Layla showed a confused expression: (°ロ°)?
"A very bad stench? Well, originally I do agree. But I think in just a short time of one and a half hours, Flegris really cleaned everything, as I'm unable to perceive any foul smell coming from the other side of the door."
Decresta said, "Cleaning that much blood in this little time isn't possible, you dumb harpy. What are you even saying?"
While Arcliss sniffed toward the obsidian black iron gate and showed another confused expression: (⊙０⊙)?
"Hey Decresta… She is telling the truth. Even I can't smell anything bad from the other side of the door. It's like every foul smell vanished magically."
Satisfying their own curiosity as well as following the Queen's order, Decresta said, "Well, we can't put our feet inside… but if it's true that no foul smell is coming out, then it's not a problem to keep the door open for a brief period."
Saying this, Decresta ordered the other guards to open the gate. Twenty guards from each side grabbed the iron chains and pulled them with full force. With the sound of "GWWAAAK-GRRRR," the massive gate swung open. In reality, no foul smell came from inside.
Seeing this, Layla entered without delay. As she walked inside, she noticed that no guards were stationed at the inner door or near the entrance where the cells began.
As the Queen's personal maid, even though she had never set foot inside this damn 'playground' before, Layla knew the structure of the prison quite well because the Queen often talked about her new toys or the new games she had invented.
A seed of suspicion began to bud in Layla's mind about what had happened here.
She walked past the first cell, expecting piles of mutilated body parts, dried fats, and a foul, putrid smell—but there was nothing inside. She continued past the second, third, fourth… up to the ninth cell. Every cell was completely empty. No blood, no smell, no mutilated body parts, no dried fats—nothing. Even the 200 Morghyra guards and her fellow maid Flegris were nowhere to be found. It was as if everything and everyone had vanished into thin air.
This scenario was both confusing and frightening for her. Confusing because nothing was there inside—not even the Queen's toys. Frightening because Syrakara would definitely get extremely angry.
Finding the situation out of control, Layla ran outside with a sweating face.
Seeing her, Arcliss asked, "What happened? Where is Flegris?"
Layla replied, "All of you… All of you… Even me… We all are going to die… Die… Die… Die… My bird life is over… Over… Over… Over… We are going to die… Die… Die…"
Arcliss smacked the back of Layla's head and said, "How many times do I have to tell you to stop singing in front of me? Now tell us—what's the matter?"
Layla answered, "All vanished. No guards, no Flegris, no blood, no smell, no toys, no livestock… Nothing was there inside. It's damn empty… Empty… Empty… Empty… Empty."
Decresta smacked Layla's head once more and asked, "Do you even know what you are saying?"
Layla replied, "Gonna die… Me gonna die… You gonna die… We all gonna die… My little birdy life is over… This harpy going to die…"
Saying this, Layla turned around and left, leaving the dumbfounded Arcliss and Decresta along with the 198 other Malakar Royal Guards.
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