Chapter 503: Let The Banquet Begin

"Invitation, please," the elf guard at the entrance to the grand banquet hall said, his voice low but firm.

Tsk... poor guy, I could see the desire in his eyes, he wanted me. badly. But sadly, he could only watch while his 'caged' penis suffered in silence.

Anyway, Vespera and I showed him our invitations and passed into the hall.

This banquet began slightly before noon, and it will end before midnight, where the queen will perform the purification ritual. Or so the Ves told me.

And this hall was... how should I describe it?

It's like I'm inside a massive oak hollowed tree. The walls, the pillars, even the domed ceiling—all made of living, breathing wood, perfectly mixed with marble inlay that shimmered like moonlight on water.

The air inside the Great Oak Hall was thick with the scent of nature, honeyed wine, night-blooming jasmine, smoked ambergris, and underneath it all — unmistakable — the faint metallic tang of aroused magic and freshly spilled lust.

Hundreds of elves turned as one.

Not dramatically. Not with gasps or theatrical pointing.

Just… a slow collective swivel of elegant necks, pupils dilating like ink dropped in clear water. The kind of attention that doesn't need sound to feel violent.

Vespera leaned in until her lips nearly brushed the shell of my ear.

"Smile like you already fucked half the room and are taking applications for the second half," she whispered. "They'll either cream themselves or try to kill you. Either way, we win."

"Can't I just fuck all of them?" I asked, a faint, predatory grin playing on my lips.

"Where's the fun in that?" she said, her own grin mirroring mine. "We need to play a little before we eat."

"Hehehe~... fine."

So I did. I walked in like I owned the fucking place, my shoulders back, my hips swaying with a practiced, predatory grace. The black dress Vespera picked was a second skin, a living shadow that clung to every curve of my body.

And of course, my tits and cock were on full display.

I didn't try to hide them. Why would I?

Nipples were adorned with tiny, dangling silver chains, and my cock was encased in an obsidian cock ring with a single, blood-red ruby at its base and a dragon at the head.

I'm the most beautiful woman in this world, so let them look. let them drool. Let them imagine the things they want to do to me.

And they did.

I could feel their eyes on me. Burning. Hungry. Full of envy and desire.

I saw many types of elves. Seriously? It was like a fucking rainbow color.

High elves with their blonde hair, arrogant, sculpted faces, and robes woven from starlight; Wood elves with their earthy scents and tattoos that mimicked bark and leaf; Dark elves like Vespera, their skin the color of polished midnight, and the biggest cocks for miles.

'I'll make sure to hang out with them later.'

And the moon elves were a sight to behold. They moved with an ethereal grace, their skin a pearly silver that shimmered under the enchanted lights, their hair a cascade of shimmering silver.

But for me, they were all prey.

We kept moving deeper into the spiral, the living wood underfoot growing warmer with every step, almost throbbing in time with the collective heartbeat of the room. The deeper we went, the less polite the glances became. Whispers followed us like smoke—half prayer, half curse.

Vespera, of course, was stunning in her own right. We wore similar dresses, only hers was the opposite of mine in color. White, as for the decoration, everything was the same.

So witnessing a breathtaking moon elf with pale skin, silver hair, wearing a revealing black dress that showed her tits and cock crossing arms with a silver-haired, purple-eyed dark elf in a white dress that did the same, was a rare sight.

"A moon and a dark elf together?"

"Who is she?"

"What families?"

"I heard they were the ones who captured the white stage."

The whispers chased us like eager little spirits, curling around ankles, brushing ears, growing bolder the closer we drew to the heart of the spiral. We ignored them all. Our goal was clear.

At least my goal was crystal clear.

"Hmm... that blue-haired elf has a good ass... Oh~... look at those legs... I would love to have that wood elf jerk me with those feet."

My crimson eyes kept scanning the room, my smile widening at the beautiful specimens. I was like a kid in a candy store, and I wanted to taste everything.

"Oh, that cock looks tasty... By my holy tits, look at those boobs... Oh~.. that ass is so grabbable."

"Easy, killer," Vespera whispered, her hand resting on my arm. "We are here for the queen, not to fuck the entire elven nobility. At least not yet."

"Hehehe~... I'm just looking," I replied, my eyes still roaming the room. "Besides, we have plenty of time until her majesty makes an appearance."

"True," Vespera murmured, her thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle over the skin of my forearm. "But look at them, Morgana. You've already won. The Dark Elves look like they're having a collective stroke trying to decide if they should arrest you or kneel and beg for a taste."

I chuckled, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. A few Moon Elf noblewomen nearby visibly shivered, their silver eyes darting from the ruby on my cock ring to the swaying chains on my breasts. They were practically radiating a mixture of scandal and desperate, aching curiosity.

"Let them beg," I said, my voice smooth as aged bourbon. "It builds character."

As we reached the center of the hall, the architecture shifted. The living wood pillars coiled upward like gargantuan serpents, their bark glowing with a soft, bioluminescent amber. In the center sat a massive circular table carved from a single slab of obsidian-veined marble, laden with fruits that looked like jewels and wine that shimmered like liquid gold.

"Tsk... too little meat."

Not many elves like to eat meat; they prefer fruits and vegetables. It's a shame, I was craving some good, juicy steak.

Sigh... I guess I'll just stick to tasting cock and pussies for the night.

"Sit here," Vespera said, pulling out a chair for me at a small round marble table that was located at the far left, with a perfect view of the entire hall.

I sat down, my back straight, my posture perfect. The black dress clung to me like a second skin, and I could feel the cool marble of the chair against my bare ass.

"I'll go say hi to some old friends," Vespera said, leaning in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "Try not to start an orgy without me."

"No promises," I replied, my eyes following her as she walked away. My cock gave an appreciative twitch at the sight of her swaying ass.

I was left alone, a predator in a sea of prey.

I looked at the table, wanting to have a drink, but found nothing aside from the fruits.

Fortunately, a maid approached at that exact moment.

"Drink, my lady."

"Hmm?..." I looked up and saw a sweet-looking elf with dark hair and eyes of the same color. Her skin was different from the elves I had seen so far. This maid's skin was deep-brown, like rich soil.

"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"I'm but a maid, my lady," she said, her head bowed. "I serve drinks, do you want one?"

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze unwavering as I studied her. She was small and delicate, but there was a strength in her posture, and more importantly, her cock was interesting.

Not long, barely 6 or 7 inches, but thick. The kind that would stretch a pussy or ass perfectly.

"Sure, why not?" I nodded.

She smiled, her dimples deepening, and she poured a glass of shimmering, golden liquid from a crystal decanter.

"Do you want me to add some flavor, my lady?" she asked.

"Go ahead."

She then reached for her thick cock and started to jerk it off, her movements confident, her eyes locked on mine.

'Well, well,' I thought, a grin spreading across my face. 'This is going to be interesting.'

I watched as she pumped her shaft, her hand moving faster and faster, her breath hitching, her body trembling. She was close. I could see it in the way her thighs tensed, in the way the dark skin of her cock flushed a deep, bruised purple.

But suddenly, she kept a well-controlled face. Only a small gasp escaped her lips as she came, shooting a thick, creamy load into my glass.

Splat. Squirt.

The first rope of pearly-white nectar hit the golden wine with a soft hiss, swirling into the liquid like clouds in a sunset. She didn't stop until the glass was topped with a thick, frothy layer of her essence.

"For your pleasure, my lady," she whispered, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She handed me the glass, her fingers lingering against mine, her dark eyes searching for a hint of approval. I took the glass.

I brought it to my lips, my eyes locked on hers, and took a long, slow sip.

The taste was intoxicating. A heady mix of sweet, floral wine and salty, musky cum.

"Delicious," I purred, my tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from the corner of my mouth.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, my lady," she said, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

"But I think I prefer the source."

I reached out, my hand closing around her still-throbbing shaft. She let out a soft, choked moan, her knees buckling slightly. The silver chains on my breasts clinked as I leaned forward, the scent of her arousal filling my senses.

"M-My lady?!" she stuttered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

"You've done a good job. Now, tell me... what do you want for a reward?" I asked, my thumb circling the sensitive head of her cock.

"I... I... n-nothing, my lady. Just to serve you is reward enough," she stammered, her eyes wide.

'Liar,' I thought. 'There's always a price.'

"Are you sure?" I asked, my grip tightening on her shaft.

"Y-Yes, my lady," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Alright then, come closer," I commanded, my eyes locked on hers. She took a hesitant step forward, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. I pulled her closer, until she was standing between my legs, her cock level with my mouth.

I could feel the heat radiating from her, the frantic, fluttering pulse of her heart against my lips. The room, with all its whispers and shimmering lights, faded into a dull roar. There was only this. The scent of clean linen and aroused elf, the weight of a heavy, throbbing cock in my hand, the promise of a sweet, creamy reward.

"You have a beautiful cock," I said, leaning and planting a soft kiss on the tip.

She gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Th-Thank you, my lady."

"Stay by my side for the day and serve me, and I promise you I'll reward you handsomely."

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