While Morgana was busy 'communing' with Aeli, a different type of 'communion' was happening in the elven royal chamber.
Ghk! Gag! Gk!
The sound of desperate, wet choking filled the opulently decorated room.
Crystal chandeliers shaped as frozen starlight swayed gently overhead, casting fractured prisms across marble floors veined with living silver.
Tapestries of ancient forest battles hung like silent witnesses. Incense burned in jade braziers—sandalwood, moonflower, something sharper and metallic underneath.
None of it masked the raw, animal reek of spit, pre-cum, and humiliated arousal.
Two young elves were kneeling, their bodies slender and pale, their faces identical twins of misery. They were both futas, their cocks locked inside cruel, spiked chastity cages that dug into their flesh with every twitch. Both were missing an arm and a leg, one on the left side, while the other was on the right.
Metal sockets were fused to their flesh where the missing limbs used to be, and metal chains bound the two twins together.
They were the Queen's 'favorites'.
And right now, they were busy worshiping the Queen's royal cock.
The Queen's "cock" was nothing like the warm, pulsing life-force I was currently buried in back at the garden. It was a cold, cruel instrument. A masterpiece that would make any dark elf dominatrix weep with envy.
The royal symbol of the elven kingdom.
"Deep-er," the Queen hissed, her voice a serrated blade in the quiet room.
She sat upon her throne of silver-wood, her legs spread wide, her hands gripping the hair of the twin on the left—the one missing her right leg and arm.
Ghk! Gluck!
The girl's eyes were rolled back, showing only white, her face turning a mottled shade of purple as the Queen's cruel implement rammed against the back of her throat. Her own caged cock twitched and drooled a pathetic, clear stream onto the marble floor, adding to the growing puddle beneath them.
"Pathetic," the Queen snarled, yanking the girl's head back with a violent tug. A string of thick, black lubricant connected the girl's swollen lips to the tip of the Queen's shaft. "You can't even take half. Your sister is better at this."
She shoved the choking twin away, sending her sprawling onto the floor with a pained cry, and grabbed the hair of the second twin—the one missing her left limbs.
"Now you," the Queen commanded. "Show me why I keep you around."
The second twin didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, her jaw seemingly unhinging, and took the entire length down in one smooth, practiced motion. Her nose pressed against the cold metal decoration that adorned the Queen's pelvis, and she stayed there, her throat working, swallowing convulsively around the intrusion.
"Ahhh..." The Queen let out a long, shuddering sigh, her head falling back against the throne. Her eyes closed in pleasure. "That's... better. That's what I like to see. Complete and utter devotion."
Taking the Queen's full length was not a sign of skill. It was a sign of a broken throat—a throat that had been trained to accept pain and humiliation for years.
With a length of 16 inches, the Queen's royal cock was an impossible tool for pleasure.
But it wasn't a tool for pleasure to begin with. It was a tool for control, for humiliation, for punishment.
For ruling the kingdom!
Using the right magic and products, the Queen's cock could reach a whopping 25 inches, long enough to pierce through an elf's heart from her pussy—an act she had done many times in the past to 'remind' her nobles of their place.
Since the kingdom crowns its queens based on the length of their cocks, it was understandable that elves would research and develop new ways to enhance their size.
The twin worked dutifully, her head bobbing up and down, her one good hand bracing herself against the Queen's thigh, while the other resumed her duty in licking the Queen's foot.
Knock! Knock!
The rhythmic, firm tapping echoed in the grand chamber.
"Enter," the Queen said. She didn't bother to cover herself; she didn't care who saw her.
The door creaked open, revealing a tall, slender elven woman with hair like spun moonlight and eyes the color of a winter sky. She wore the robes of a high councilor, her expression a carefully constructed mask of neutrality.
"Majesty," the woman said, her voice calm and level, her gaze flicking briefly to the twins before returning to the Queen's face. "I apologize for the interruption."
"How's the preparation?" the Queen asked, her voice a low purr.
"Everything is ready," the councilor replied. "The moon will be at its zenith in two nights. The 'Purification Ritual' can begin."
"Excellent," the Queen said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She finally pushed the twin away from her, her cock glistening with saliva and black lubricant.
"Leave us," she commanded, her gaze shifting to the twins.
The two didn't dare to protest. They supported each other as they scrambled to their feet and scurried out of the room.
"Now... tell me about the other ritual," the Queen said, her eyes narrowing. "The one we discussed without... 'friends'."
The councilor approached the throne, her steps silent on the marble floor. She knelt before the Queen and softly kissed the tip of her still-hard cock, a gesture of both respect and submission.
"Everything will be ready at the same time," the councilor whispered, her voice barely audible. "But my Queen, what about Princess Aeliana?"
The Queen's smile widened, a flicker of something dark and unreadable in her eyes.
"Ah, yes... my dear daughter Aeli," she purred. "I have a special role for her in this 'ritual'. She will be the centerpiece. The vessel. The one who will bring about our glorious new age."
The Queen's expression turned distant, a faint, nostalgic smile touching her lips as she remembered her daughter.
"Will it work, my Queen?" the councilor asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and doubt.
"It will work," the Queen said, her voice filled with absolute certainty. "The ritual requires a 200-year-old virgin royal elf with a pure and untouched womb—a womb so potent that it can host the essence of our 'friends'. Aeli is perfect. She has been kept pure and innocent for this very day. And her 'condition'... her fertility... will only make the ritual more... potent."
The Queen stood up, her cock still glistening in the dim light. She walked over to a large, ornate mirror that hung on the wall. She looked at her reflection, a look of pride and ambition in her eyes.
"Hmm?" She was about to say something, but her attention was drawn to something else—a presence that had just entered her room.
"Make sure everything is in order," the Queen commanded, her eyes fixed on the mirror. "You may leave."
"As you wish, my Queen," the councilor said, standing up and bowing before leaving the room.
The Queen continued to stare at the mirror, her reflection momentarily distorted as a face made out of black ooze appeared on the mirror's surface.
"It is done," the Queen said to the face in the mirror. "The preparations are complete. The ritual will begin in two nights."
Tap! Tap!
From the mirror, a figure emerged out of the black ooze.
An old demon with red skin, gray hair, a hunched back, holding a staff topped with a skull, and wearing a robe that seemed to be made of shadows.
"Good," the old demon rasped, its voice like grinding stone. His face bore countless scars and a single, glowing amber eye. "The 'friends' are pleased. Very pleased. They are eager to... 'commune' with your daughter."
"I will make sure she is... ready," the Queen said, a cruel smile on her face. "I have trained her for this moment. Her mind is weak. Her will is fragile. She will be the perfect vessel for your power."
"I hope so," the old demon said. "We have prepared for more than two centuries for this day. If she fails... the consequences will be... severe."
"She will not fail," the Queen said, her voice firm. "She is my daughter. She will not disappoint me."
"Sigh..." the old demon let out a long, tired sigh as he leaned on his staff. "She is a sweet girl... this is such a shame."
The Queen's expression darkened at the demon's words.
"Don't you dare pity her, old man. She is a tool. A means to an end. Nothing more. She is a key to unlocking a new era of power for both of us."
"I know, I know," the demon said, waving a dismissive hand. "I just... recalled a person from my distant past."
"Who?" the Queen immediately asked. This old demon rarely spoke of his past. Just by looking at the terrifying scars that covered his entire body, one could tell he had seen and done some... unspeakable things.
"A great woman... A great mother," the demon said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "For the love of her child, she didn't think twice about jumping into Hell to save him."
"Hehehe... is that so?" The Queen let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Well, that woman was a fool. Love is a weakness. A liability. It clouds judgment and leads to ruin."
"Perhaps," the demon said, his single eye staring into the distance, as if seeing something the Queen couldn't, "but not that woman."
He raised his hand, showing more scars on it.
"These... these are not from battle," he said. "These are from her. A mother's punishment."
The Queen stared at the old demon, her expression unreadable. She had never seen him like this before. He was always so cold, so calculating. But now... now he seemed... almost human.
"The day that woman jumped into Hell... was the day that we, the demon race, learned something very important." His body shook uncontrollably as he said it.
"Learned what?" the Queen asked, her curiosity piqued.
He slowly turned to face the Queen, his single eye glowing with a terrifying intensity.
"Fear."
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[End of Volume Four: The Goddess of Breeding]