Chapter 447: The Room
Laz knew that someone had been caught watching, but he wasn’t of a mind to care. Since this was the concern of the Queen, he let her handle it especially since he could tell the one spying on them wasn’t that powerful. He also understood that any problems that might come from this should be left to the queen to solve as the risk she was taking was probably way bigger than him. Sure, he might be chased out of the gate, but wasn’t that what he wanted? Unless they decided to kill him in which case then his own risk would be pretty massive too.
Either way, from what he understood, the queen wouldn’t allow that so he didn’t bother with it, instead focusing on the sweet taste of honey that was right in front of him.
’It really does taste like honey,’ Laz thought, wondering if it was a quirk of her bloodline.
The thrill was getting to be too much for Elf Queen Sylvia as was the deep drilling into her mouth while being upside down. As such, she ended up making the massive effort to push down on Laz’s legs and detach the tentacle that was deep in her mouth and down her throat.
Holding herself up, Laz was now face to face with her massive melons as he listened to her heavy breaths, a sure sign of her need to breath. But since this was a fight which had yet to reach it’s conclusion, Laz wasn’t going to back off just yet. Reaching his right and left hands forward, Laz grabbed on to the bountiful harvests that had been offered for his pleasure and began to massage, squeeze and pinch the flesh bags to his enjoyment.
’The only one who ever came close to this level was Kennedy and even then she isn’t a close second. Of course that was years ago so one can only wonder just what changes she has gone through since then. Even still... for my first milf this woman if beyond what I thought possible,’ Laz thought to himself while fondling the sacred queen of the elves.
’Oh... no....’ Sylvia said as she felt Laz’s soft lips begin their own assault of her peaks.
’Kind of tastes like... cherry? or is that strawberry? I could never tell the difference.’ Laz’s tongue had now found a different flavor as the poor queen tried desperately to keep herself from falling over.
The saving grace she had been waiting for arrived in the form of her struggling offspring. While her mouth was bound along with her body, that didn’t stop her from making guttural noises as she tried desperately to pleasure herself despite her confinement.
Laz finally freed himself enough to look over, only to notice that it was the queen’s daughter who had been locked up.
’And what’s with this position?’ Laz asked himself as the now freed queen made to quickly right herself before being assaulted by Laz again.
Laz stood up to take a look at the bound elf who had caused him trouble earlier.
"Didn’t you say that this was your daughter?" Laz asked, figuring out who the bound woman was.
"She is and her name is Genevieve." The elf queen answered back as a matter of fact. Looking over at her daughter, the queen’s smile turned wicked.
"Come with me," She said, beckoning Laz.
As Laz walked over to her while watching her ass sway as she moved, a part of the floor shot up, causing a staircase to appear that lead underground.
Without hesitation, Sylvia waved her hand, bringing the suspended daughter along with her as she followed the stairs underground.
"Yep. No way this could go wrong," Laz said to no one as he followed along.
His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, only for pure shock to hit him.
The room was lit by some sort of red glow being produced by globes floating in the air. As for the room itself, the walls, floor and ceiling were all looked to be made of a black kind of wood, giving the room a dark and yet alluring feeling. Spread out all over the room were various wooden pieces of that had several kinds of restraints made of metal built right into them.
’HOLD ON. IS THIS A SEX DUNGEON? SERIOUSLY?’ Laz’s brain screamed as he saw several familiar designs which shouldn’t have had any relation to a people who disappeared thousands of years ago such as a St. Andrew’s Cross and a wooden bondage horse.
"This..." Laz said, looking around. For her own part, the queen had just tied her daughter to the cross which ironically was the position she had already been bound in and stepped back.
"This used to be used as the queen’s personal torture chambers. When a noble convicted of betraying our people or other heinous crimes, it would be the queen’s job to make them repent for their actions by bringing them here. After a while though, the previous queen discontinued the use of this place and it’s name faded into oblivion," Sylvia said, looking around with a sigh.
"Why did she stop it’s use?" Laz asked, curious.
"Well... as it turned out..." Sylvia said, but stopped herself quickly.
"What? Is it something I shouldn’t ask about?" Laz questioned, thinking that maybe there were some things about a queen and her people that he had no right knowing.
"No. The reason she stopped using it was because people were committing crimes with the sole purpose of landing here and getting ’tortured’ by the Queen," Sylvia said, turning a bit red.
It took a moment, but when it finally smacked Laz in the face, he had to cover his mouth from laughing.
’Just how many nobles would find being tortured by the queen in a place like this some sort of kinky reward as opposed to an actual punishment?’ Laz asked himself, figuring out that it must have happened quite a few times for them to go so far as to shut down the entire place.
"So why did you bring me here?" Laz asked, wondering just what she had in mind.
"Well... having been at the queen’s side since young, I had been present during several of those sessions and well...."
"Well?"
"I always thought it was a shame that I could never enjoy the same pleasures as those dirty old nobles did..." The Great Queen of the elves whose realm was on the completion side of Void Lord seemed to be asking Laz to... punish her? Not only that, but the prideful milf had started talking like she was some young girl again.
’Perhaps... this was a dream buried in her heart for many years? You can’t control what turns you on in the end and maybe seeing this when she was younger left a burning desire in her that she was never able to fulfil?’ Laz’s mind jumped to a whole bunch of conclusions if only to make himself feel better.
’Honestly though... I can’t exactly go and piss off the queen. If I’m to find a way out of here, she’s probably the only one who can help me. Even if she herself doesn’t know the way out of here, maybe she can point me in the right direction.’
’Sigh... quite lying to yourself. It’s been a few months and you’re horny as hell and this milf from another world is practically throwing herself at you. Don’t try to act all righteous about this. Just accept it for what it is and enjoy yourself.’ In the depths of Laz’s soul, a voice that both sounded like him and yet didn’t sound like him rang out, giving him a quick fright. While Laz had spoken to himself before, this was the first time he had heard his own voice but wasn’t responsible for thinking it.
Still, he couldn’t deny what had been said. No matter what the excuse, Laz was doing this because he wanted to.
Laz walked up behind the slightly embarrassed and yet still naked elf queen and wrapped his arms around her slim waist. While Laz wasn’t nearly as tall as the woman, he was tall enough to be able to kiss her neck although just barely.
In response, she leaned back, her weight barely noticeable as she rested against him. Thanks to that, he was able to kiss her neck more, working his way up until he reached her ears.
Then, in one bold move, he nibbled the tips of them, before working his way down, kissing and nibbling the entire way.
Her body turned to Jelly in his embrace.
’It has been sooo long and he is just.. soo sooooo good at this," the proud elf queen thought as she felt his warm chest pressed against her back. Just as she felt like she was going to melt into nothingness, she felt the soft girth of his shaft press firmly between her legs, obviously looking for a fight.
She revived right away.
Sliding her hips back and forth was an unconscious act on her part as she lathered his meat stick in her own special sauce, all the while ignoring the bright eyes of her daughter that was drilling holes into her, furious at her mother for making her be here, making her watch and yet making her unable to do anything else but that.
Of course this was the punishment her mother had decided for her.
"What would you like to use first, master?" Sylvia asked, her voice a purr.
Laz could barely control his already boiling blood.
