The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 971: Epilogue 18 - Country Of Elves (7)

I kept sucking at her tits, letting my mouth fill with warm milk until it slicked my lips. The taste was thick and sweet with a faint tang like ripe fruit left in sunlight—strange and oddly bright—but it didn’t ruin anything. If anything, it amplified everything, starting with the closeness, the heat, as well as the sudden, intimate electricity between us. The more I drank, the more the moment seemed to pull me under.

"Mmmghnn, ahhh...~ Y-You’re drinking my milk... You really are naughty, Leon...~" Solaris breathed, her voice low and trembling.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her, letting my hips drive into hers, feeling her walls clamp and then yank at me each time I tried to pull out. Every time her body gripped me, it was like a small electric shock—hot and grounding—and with every pull I dug deeper into the sensation until everything else blurred into rhythm and sound.

"Ahhh... Y-Yess...~ Do it like that, Leon. Hit that spot...~ Nghh, it feels good...~" Her words came more ragged, sliding into moans and half-sentences. Her face and voice were dissolving into something softer and rawer, like a mask melting away. She looked less like a regal elven queen and more like a woman lost in the simple, brutal joy of sex with eyes half-lidded, tongue peeking between her lips, breath coming in small, uneven bursts.

My cock pumped in and out of her, slick and tight. I could feel the tip of me thudding against her cervix again and again, the sting of contact turning into a deeper, bruising kind of pleasure. The rhythm of our bodies matched and the slow, insistent build that kept stretching the moment taut, until it felt like time itself had thickened around us.

"Nnn... ahhh, ah, ahhh...~ Hnghh, haaa...! Ahn, ah, ah, ahhhh, ah, ah aaaaaahhh...!" Her moans shredded the air, each one rougher than the last.

Even with her breasts leaking into my mouth, I didn’t relent. I sucked and drank and let the milk run warm down my chin while my hips moved, relentless and precise. Her legs began to wind around me, drawing me closer, binding my hips with hers. Her arms curled over my shoulders and clasped my back, anchoring me to that fevered center.

"Ahhh, yess...~ Yes... yesss!" she kept crying, voice threadbare with want.

She tangled around me like ivy, forcing me to sink deeper each time I thrust. Her pussy was wet and greedy, sliding along me and pulling me in, squeezing until it felt like my skin might split. Heat pooled low in my belly, a pressure that begged for release.

"Nghhh, ahh...! Ahh, ahhhh...! I’m going to cum...~ O-Oh...! Ahhh, ah ahhhh...!" she gasped, the warning bright as lightning.

There was nothing I could do but follow. Everything coiled tight—her wet heat, the pounding in my balls, the way her every gasp fed into me—until resistance snapped.

"Here it comes, Solaris...! Make sure to catch all of it!" I warned, my voice a rough growl.

At my words she clenched, trying to pull every drop out of me. Her pussy tightened like a vice, and the sensation pushed me over the cliff.

"Ahhnghh, ahh...! Ahh, ahhh... ah, ah, ahhh...!" Her sounds collided with mine, urgent and raw.

I broke inside her. My semen burst hot and thick, shooting deep into her womb. She screamed—a long, keening sound that vibrated through her whole body—as her muscles spasmed around me.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~!!!" she wailed, arching her back so hard the mattress creaked.

Her pussy convulsed, every inch of it trembling to milk me dry. I felt my seed flood her, press against the soft hollow at the top of her. It was intimate and totally messy. She kept sucking and grinding and drawing me with her, and for a moment I felt utterly emptied and full at the same time. I was drained by pleasure, swollen with release.

When I finally pulled out, her folds were slick and leaking, and a thin stream of my cum took its slow, shameful path down her inner thigh. I inhaled, chest heaving, taking in the sight of her with her milk still beading on her breasts, nipples glistening, the smear of our bodies on her skin. Three elves—beautiful, hungry, and spent—lay with me like trophies. A fierce, ridiculous sense of conquest washed through me, and it was sharp and animalistic.

But this wasn’t the end. Not even close.

It was only a prelude.

I kept going—moved between them, again and again—turning the Yggdrasil into a breeding nest with flesh on flesh, heavy breathing, the soft slaps and wet kisses of bodies meeting echoing out of it. It felt like we were sewing a new thread into the life of the elven kingdom itself, a private, wild ritual promising prosperity in a language only bodies could speak.

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Shredica’s POV

I walked through the Underground City when a presence slid into the air around me. It was subtle at first, then unmistakable. Something followed me. It wasn’t a shadow or a sound. It was a pressure, a thin sheet of awareness that seemed to seep through the walls. No ordinary person could do that. You couldn’t make a presence surround you unless you could phase and bleed through solid things.

And there was a horrible familiarity to it, like the ghost of a hand I’d felt before. I had felt her before. No—definitely had.

"That’s you, isn’t it, Claire?" I asked.

The presence stopped, then she emerged—seemingly from the floor itself—naked and dripping with the damp stone air.

Of course. Her power didn’t mix with clothing. Any fabric fell away when she phased. The sight was jarring but not surprising.

"Claire..." I said.

I felt nothing in my chest. There was no anger, no frost, only a flat, factual recognition. She’d betrayed the Silver Fangs. She’d gotten people killed. Those were facts. However, they didn’t stir me.

"You’re awfully calm," she purred, smoothing her hair with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Do you think I couldn’t take you if I wanted to? Naked or not, I’ve still got the skills to finish you."

She was trying to bait me. I didn’t bite. Her theatrics were predictable—loud, useless things to distract from whatever game she played.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, tone even. I didn’t bother replying to her taunt. I wanted the point, not the pretense.

"You really are no fun," she said, rolling her shoulders. "You were always the one I hated the most back then." She took a step closer, and the damp earth whispered underfoot. "You’re looking for something, aren’t you? A book—one with the full incantation. Something that can do... a lot. Like... summoning people from another world?"

My eyes narrowed. I hadn’t told her that. Still, it made a cruel kind of sense with her being able to phase through the walls, eavesdrop on whispers, and gather secrets like crumbs.

"I can help you find it," she offered.