In a dark room with candles flickering to light small patches of golden light, windows blocked with thick black curtains with a noble emblem. Several n and won sat around a long table with an elderly male with sunken eyes and dull blue eyes at the head seat.
"So the hero has made contact with the beast?" The elderly man's hoarse voice filled the room, like his old, withered hands dragging across everyone's ears.
A simple question.
"Yes. It seems the two clashed in the occupied city of Luka." A handso young man with blonde hair spoke first, his eyes the sa blue as the old man's.
"I see... what else?"
Although the people knew the old man probably understood what happened more than they did, he still tested and asked them questions about information he had already received.
"The hero has made little progress after being defeated by a goblin; after that, he lost to the monster ruling over Luka and suffered a harsh rebuke."
The old man nodded. "Good, that ans our plan is going accordingly."
"However, after eting that monster, the hero seems to have stopped his womanising ways and has even been spotted helping the priests with their volunteer work, your grace."
"Hmmm."
While stroking his beard, the elder closed his eyes as if locked in thought, but his aura remained sharp and terrifying.
"We should gather more cursed items and reward the hero for his hard work." The elderly duke chuckled before tapping the table with his walking stick.
His sharp voice echoed throughout the chamber.
"Focus on the monster ntioned in Luka; he should have been sighted crossing the border. Send more knights and adventurers to the border villages to ensure he cannot take action."
***
anwhile, in the dungeon, Leonhardt sat on a comfortable lounging chair between two pillars and watched the seven succubi playing with goblin children in the vast palace garden.
Olga and Nyxara were also present, although they stood to the side, observing Leonhardt. Each of them held a bottle of Papilion's finest red wine, and when he finished a glass, the pair would fill up his glass.
It was like having two maids beside him as he relaxed with his eyes closed.
"Papa!"
He could hear their voices, both far away and close at the sa ti, but they seed distant.
Nyra and Vyx continued to cling to him with the most adorable eyes, while Lilim remained calm, like a cute sister to them all, just watching with amusent.
"Father, do you want us to get rid of these two?"
Lilim was the one who asked while staring at the nervous Nyxara and Olga.
"It's fine, they're having fun, but stop bullying Lina... she's not a child, you know?"
"But Father... that goblin doesn't know her place and told us to call her stepmother..."
"Bufuu!?" Zafira spat out her wine, choking as she gasped for air, but Leonhardt just listened with his eyes still closed. "Wha-What nonsense has that girl been telling you!"
"Ahaha!"
The children all began laughing and pointing at Zafira as she coughed and choked on her wine.
"Get back here! I will slap your butts!"
With a low howl, her wings spread as Zafira flew into the garden, chasing after the succubi, who all scattered and ran for their lives. The first to get caught by a wicked black wing was little Nyra, who squealed when Zafira lifted her and tossed the poor girl like she weighed nothing.
"Kyaaaa!"
However, Zafira seed to be playing too, as the little succubus landed on a fluffy black rabbit, bouncing before she rolled on the floor. It seed like such a fun ga, all the other succubi began running towards Zafira so they too could be thrown in the sky.
Leonhardt enjoyed watching his children play together.
"Tomorrow I'll be heading back into that village..." He muttered a little, irritated that his current situation remained a fleeting dream.
"Master?"
Nyxara's erald eye shone at his words, and she leaned in to hear him speak. "Don't worry, I know Nyx. I will take over control of the town; there is a family I wish to save."
He couldn't tell her why, but there was a strange sense of danger that lingered at the back of his neck, his hairs standing on edge.
***
The group arrived back in the village just after dusk.
"Phew..."
Olga yawned after spending the afternoon with the young succubi. She learned the aning of energetic. Her tired body slipped down to the large bed, bouncing slightly as Leonhardt's figure appeared in the dark.
His muscular outline grew as he climbed into the sa bed.
Leonhardt noticed her presence a mont too late, as sothing soft, squishy and warm pressed against his exposed chest... then sothing damp and silky rubbed his crotch. "Nnn..." Olga's voice escaped her lips in response to his naked form covering her.
"Sorry," He said while shifting his weight on the mattress to prevent squashing the small orc. Leonhardt didn't think about how his body rolled on top of her. Instead, he tried to roll beside her... but the orc clung to him, and her heat spread further, covering his stomach and thighs with her fleshy leg and the moist heat of her crotch.
"..."
Olga didn't say anything; instead, she wrapped both arms around his neck and held on as if scared that he would leave.
Aware of her subtle actions, Leonhardt did the opposite.
He pulled her in with one hand behind her waist, and another cupping her bronzed buttocks. Leon wasn't foolish anymore and knew of her sexual attraction and worship of him. Though he didn't plan to sleep with her, this was fine for now, until he knew her better at least.
"Master..."
He looked up at the beautiful elf... Nyxara's eyes shone in the darkness as she observed the sight.
The slender dark elf with lean muscles slipped onto the bed, crawling between his thighs and like an experienced seductress, slotted her body over his chest, as her soft brown petals slipped along his exposed flesh rod. With a silppery warmth enveloping his glans, she adjusted her position to lie on his chest.
"Master..." She blew into his ears.
"Nyxara, you're soaking wet."
Her fingers gently brushed along his cheeks, swishing against his jaw before caressing his face with both hands. "It's because you're too attractive, Husband~ I can't stop myself."
"If you keep this up, I won't be able to stop myself, Nyxara," Leonhardt grunted, the sticky head of her juices growing each ti she shifted her hips.
"Then lose control... this new form, I've never seen sothing so beautiful... such a wonderful bronze skin, like caral." Her nose pressed against Leonhardt's neck, sniffing hard as she writhed above him.
"Olga is right there..."
"As if that would stop you, husband... what if I do this..."
"???"
Leonhardt opened his eyes, curious as Nyxara reached down, and with a squelch, her slippery heat enveloped his tip, the tight entrance spread wide as she pushed herself onto his body. She was tight, and he felt every ridge and fold in her pussy as it slid along the surface of his rod.
The soft folds caught on the oversided glans, and his bulging girth... different from before, the lovely dark elf whimpered as she bounced up and down, barely taking in his tip as her juices oozed passionately down his shaft.
"Mm... so big... It might even tear apart."
Her thighs squished against his hips as she leaned forward; with each bounce, he noticed her tight brown nipples pebble and rub against him.
"Nyxara... stop."
The vulgar pop of her lips each ti his swollen tip pushed inside her shallow entrance filled the room along with the dense scent of the dark elves' sexual excitent.
"Do you really want to stop?" Her soft walls clenched around his glans, her body trembling as if unable to sink lower.
"No," Leonhardt answered without thinking.
"Ah~ then..." Nyxara's hot breath tickled his ear. "I can't stop here anyway!"
Leonhardt felt the sticky heat of her lips against his ear, followed by a tongue that slipped out and flicked against his lobe.
Before he could react, her hand pressed down on his chest, forcing her upright until the bed creaked from the weight pressing down on his body.
"Ahh... ahh... It's going to split into... wow..."
Slowly, gradually... her soft entrance spread apart, wrapping his stiff rod, the thick glans stretching her to the limit as it slipped deeper, the mont his cock pushed past the shallow depths, Nyxara's head flung back, and her body started to convulse, her insides squeezing and sucking on his tip like a wild beast.
"Ngh!?"
Her breathy moans lost all sense of reason and structure, followed by erotic groans, which caused Leonhardt's mber to twitch inside her.
Leonhardt watched Nyxara struggle, the new shape of his cock made even Zafira faint upon entry, so seeing this dark elf struggling to breathe while riding his shaft... and squeezing enough to tear off his mber.
He couldn't mask his arousal.
Fuck !
She's too tight!
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