Chapter 944: Chapter 145 - Elven Reverse Gangbang - Asuza, Hilda, Frey, Verra, and Serra Part - (1)
But just as those words left her lips, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The door wasn’t closed. And standing there—watching—were five figures.
Asuza. Hilda. Frey. Verra. Serra.
The officials of the Elven Kingdom, Solaris’s allies. All of them were right there, staring at us.
"Oh my, it looks like we have some visitors," Artemis said, glancing at them with that same wicked grin. "Tell me... how long have you five been watching?"
"J-Just... just now," Asuza stammered nervously.
"L-Liar! We’ve been here from the start," Hilda blurted, her voice cracking as she shot Asuza a glare.
The two of them fumbled with their words, clearly caught, until Frey stepped forward, her tone calm and confident, her eyes sharp and sultry.
"We’ve been here since the very beginning, Princess," Frey admitted openly, her gaze sliding over me with a seductive glimmer. "But really, can you blame us? You left the door cracked open, never closed it all the way. Surely, you must have wanted us to watch."
Well, if Artemis really pulled something like that, then there’s no way in hell she just "forgot." No—absolutely not. She had wanted them to see it as well as to witness it firsthand. It had to be intentional. Artemis wasn’t the type to act carelessly. She was cunning, calculating, always a step ahead. That meant she must’ve had a purpose behind it. An agenda. Just like Frey was hinting at now.
"You must have noticed it already, Princess," Frey said, her tone carrying that calm certainty of someone who had already made up her mind. The flicker of her eyes, sharp and burning, made it clear she wasn’t joking around. "We elder elves... we’ve been starting to get hot and bothered." She paused, letting the weight of her words hang in the air, then leaned forward just slightly, her breasts pressing together as her lips curled into a half-smile. "Right now, there’s no way we can scratch that itch. Not when the Queen herself—and even you, Princess—were both fine with taking a man for yourselves. Naturally, that made us hyper-aware of it, to the point where the craving’s been eating at us. It’s impossible not to feel it, you know?"
"I see..." Artemis’s reply was soft, her lips quirking upward with the kind of smile that wasn’t just amusement but acknowledgment. Her eyes narrowed, almost glittering with a hint of pride. "Well, I guess that’s only natural. Even if you’ve been having sex with each other—trying to scratch that itch with the warmth of another elf—that doesn’t mean you’ll ever be fully satisfied. Am I right?" She tilted her head slightly, strands of golden hair sliding off her shoulder, her smile turning sharper. "So that means... Mother finally succeeded in what she’s been aiming for all this time. Pulling you into this."
The way she said it, the words dripped with confidence—like she had already won long before this moment.
"I already knew Queen Solaris wanted us to have sex with Leon too," Frey confessed. There was no hesitation in her voice, no shame either—just raw honesty, mixed with lust. "I mean, if she was shamelessly having sex with him herself, then obviously she was also encouraging us to do the same. To tell us it’s okay, since it’s him. That’s probably why she moaned her lungs out—so loud and so deliberate—just to make sure everyone could hear her. Honestly, it was such a roundabout way, but... it makes sense. Queen Solaris has always been like that. Doing things indirectly. Just like you, Princess Artemis." Her eyes locked on Artemis, voice lowering into something huskier, "As expected of her daughter."
"Fufufufu..." Artemis chuckled lightly, a hand brushing along her own thigh as she tilted her head with modesty. "I’m really honored you’d say that. Being compared to the Queen herself is the highest kind of praise, and I’ll gladly accept it." Her tone had the playfulness of a daughter, but the confidence of someone who already knew she was in control.
"Ugh... you even have that same cunning brain of hers," Hilda muttered, her voice rougher, almost annoyed, though there was no real bite to it.
"She already knows we’ve been watching Leon for a while now," Verra and Serra spoke in unison, their voices overlapping perfectly. The sound of it was eerie, almost like one person split into two bodies. The effect was unsettling but hypnotic, like twin reflections in a dark pond. "She’s been taking every step to make sure we notice Leon too. To push us into experiencing his greatness firsthand. That’s probably why he’s been included in this operation, so we’d see clearly just how reliable he is for the elven kingdom."
"And I guess because of that," Asuza added, her voice quieter, more hesitant, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her thoughts, "we’ve started to feel the need to experience being a woman. She wanted that for us... to live it for real."
Well, I guess it was only a matter of time. Even for elves who liked fucking each other, there’d come a point when it wouldn’t be enough anymore. A woman could only satisfy another woman so far. But with a man—it was a completely different sensation. Different heat. Different depth. And deep down, they all knew it. They all wanted it.
"To be honest, it’s getting too much for me to bear." Frey’s voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, though the fire in her eyes was impossible to miss. "I’ve been masturbating while staring at his face. Touching myself to him. I don’t want to admit it, but... I think I’ve fallen. Hard. Lustfully. Emotionally." Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled, her chest rising. "Which is why... won’t you give us this opportunity, Princess? To get to know him better?"
Her gaze flicked toward me—it was sultry and relentless—and there wasn’t a shred of restraint in it. She wasn’t even trying to hide the hunger burning in her eyes. Out of all of them, Frey was the boldest.
And the truth was, out of all of them, Frey was the one I wanted to fuck the most.
I mean, it was only natural for me to be drawn to her. Her body was made to tempt with those wide, childbearing hips, the smooth inward curve of her waist, and breasts that looked heavy and soft enough to bury my face in. Her hourglass figure was so perfect it almost felt unreal.
"Well, unfortunately, I don’t think I have much say in this," Artemis said slyly, her lips curling into a smirk as her eyes flicked toward me. "Leon’s penis is already twitching just from looking at you."
"Then..." Frey’s voice trembled with anticipation, her body leaning forward just slightly, lips curving into a smile that could melt steel.
"However..." Artemis’s tone suddenly shifted, hardening with authority. Her smile vanished, replaced by the sharp, commanding look of royalty. "Leon will become a king. And he might even become my husband in the near future. You understand what that means, don’t you?"
What she was basically saying was clear as day—if I became her husband, then my role wouldn’t just be that of a man at her side. As the Princess’s chosen, and with her as the sole heir, that meant I’d eventually become King Consort. Which meant I’d stand above all of them.
"A king must be worshipped," Artemis declared, her voice low, dark, and heavy with authority. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint, sharp enough to pierce through every one of them. "And since all of you will be his servants in the near future, it’s only right that you worship him. Don’t you think?"