Chapter 237: Saving the Queen 3 (R-18)

WARNING (R-18) CONTENT BE ADVISED.

In the softly lit confines of a family room, an elderly man sat with a contemplative expression, his short grey beard grazing his chin as he observed the figure before him.

Across the room, a man slightly younger than him, yet bearing the weight of age in his tired eyes, gazed back through the holographic communication crystal.

The ruler of the empire, distinguished by his rosy pink hair which belied the gravity of his demeanor, listened intently as the pope relayed troubling news.

With a hand resting wearily against his cheek, both men bore the telltale signs of exhaustion, their eyes rimmed with dark circles borne of endless nights spent poring over requests and documents from neighboring countries.

"If what you're saying is true, it would be safe to assume the whole north truly is gone," the emperor remarked, his voice heavy with a mixture of resignation and dismay.

The weight of their responsibilities pressed down upon them like a leaden cloak, leaving them little respite from the relentless demands of their roles.

"The hero said it was a revelation from the goddess herself..."

The pope mirrored the emperor's somber tone, his voice tinged with sadness as he echoed the sentiment.

Though their nations were not known for their camaraderie, the gravity of the situation demanded a united front against a common enemy.

As the emperor and the pope grappled with the weight of their responsibilities, they were keenly aware that their stress was shared by leaders across the globe.

Smaller nations were in a state of panic, their assets locked down in a desperate attempt to defend against potential demon incursions.

Global trade had ground to a near halt, crippled by fear of attacks from demonic beasts and the escalating chaos unfolding worldwide.

Despite efforts by powerful nations like the empire and the holy kingdom to conceal the plight of the northern countries, news of the dire situation had spread far and wide across the continent.

"At least we can confirm that Queen Mavis is alive,"

With her still reigning, there remained a chance—a slim one, perhaps, but a chance nonetheless—that the north could be reclaimed from the clutches of the demons.

"Did the hero have any more information about the queen?" the emperor asked.

"No.... That was all the information the hero received from the goddess. As blessed as he may be, even he cannot handle all the revelations that the divine bestows upon him."

The emperor nodded in acceptance, recognizing the gravity of their current situation.

As daunting as it was, they couldn't hope for more; the information provided by the hero was already beyond their expectations, far better than anything they could have gathered independently.

The emperor could sense the genuineness in the old man's demeanor, a stark departure from their past interactions.

In their previous dealings, the pope had often been cunning, mixing truths with lies to serve the interests of the Holy Kingdom.

However, in this moment, the emperor detected no deceit in his words. He couldn't entirely blame the pope for his past actions; after all, he himself had engaged in similar tactics.

If what his daughter had reported was indeed true, reclaiming the north from the demons would prove to be a formidable challenge.

The atrocities committed by the demons along the northern borders served as a chilling warning against further incursion.

The sight of heads on spikes was a grim testament to the dangers that awaited. The emperor clicked his tongue in frustration at the stalemate-like situation they found themselves in.

Neither side was willing to make the first move, each waiting for the other's nation to take action.

The emperor's gaze bore into the pope with a seriousness that demanded answers. "So when are you going to let him go?" he questioned, his tone firm and unwavering.

The pope merely raised his eyebrows in response, but the implication was not lost on him.

He knew all too well what the emperor was alluding to. The hero would soon be compelled to take action, which would inevitably lead to his departure from the Holy Kingdom.

Once he embarked on his journey, the stronghold the Holy Kingdom had enjoyed over his revered presence, which had safeguarded the minds of the kingdom's people, would vanish.

Given the current circumstances, it was imperative for the hero to act. The pope understood that he couldn't force the hero to stay; sooner or later, Adrian would make his move.

The only thing holding him back at the moment was likely the pope's counsel. However, even the pope recognized that Adrian was growing restless and impatient.

"Regarding the hero's journey, I believe it should be a matter discussed by all the other countries present," the pope kindly suggested, his tone diplomatic yet firm.

The emperor's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean by that?"

"The hero's party, don't you think it would be beneficial for everyone to discuss that topic?" the pope elaborated, his words laden with implications.

A smile tugged at the corners of the emperor's lips as he grasped the subtlety of the pope's suggestion. At the end of the day, they were both politicians, well-versed in the art of diplomacy and strategic maneuvering.

The success of the hero's party could potentially bring immense benefits to their respective nations.

The mere presence of a country's representative within the hero's ranks would elevate their prestige and influence on the world stage, ensuring that their accomplishments would be synonymous with their homeland's prosperity.

The emperor had expected the pope to attempt to monopolize the hero for the holy kingdom's benefit.

However, he was pleasantly surprised to find the pope more reasonable than he had initially presumed.

As they shared a moment of camaraderie, their laughter echoed through the communication crystal, a testament to the understanding that existed between them.

"You sure are being generous with this supreme pontiff, you aren't planning something are you...?"

"Hoho, if this old man had such a cunning intellect with this age of mine I wouldn't do something so open you know your majesty...."

Or worse, what if they found out about this sudden situation?

"Aria, I think we should be more quiet..."

But she dismissed my worries with a fervent plea.

"D-don't worry about that, just focus on me~!"

Despite my reservations, I found myself unable to resist her allure.

Kissing Aria intensely, my tongue entered her soft and sweet lips, our saliva and breath mixed and our tongues battling it out in passion.

Her soft and incredible muffled moans raised my energy to it's peak.

"Mhn~!"

"Mhn~!"

As the sensations threatened to overwhelm me, I felt compelled to warn her of the potential dangers.

"Aria, I'm about to—"

"Anh~! M-me too, do it inside me," she interrupted with a kiss, granting her permission with a fervent intensity that matched my own.

With her words ringing in my ears, the tension that had been building between us finally reached its peak.

In a symphony of passion and desire, we climaxed together, our bodies merging in a moment of shared ecstasy that transcended all else, her legs were wrapping me from behind not letting a single piece of me escape her grasp.

My semen entered her deepest parts and I could feel her gushing out down there... it felt like a dam was opened underneath my pants...

"Huwaahh~ Ahn~!"

She kept twitching and murmuring weird moans before falling down my chest...

"Adrian, the pope—..."

A sudden voice interrupted our intimate moment, shattering the tranquility of the room. Instantly, the atmosphere shifted, as if we had been transported to the frozen wastelands of the deepest parts of hell.

"What are you two doing?" The voice that spoke was icy, cutting through the air with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

It was a voice I knew well—a voice that belonged to someone bright and mature, someone I loved dearly.

Elena, my beloved fiancée and future first wife, stood before us, her gaze piercing through me with an intensity that left me speechless.

"E-Elena this was just...."

As I struggled to find the right words to explain, Elena's once bright sky-blue eyes now seemed devoid of all light.

The disappointment and hurt reflected in her gaze struck me to my core, and I knew that I had failed her in a way that could never be undone.

Before I could even begin to form an apology, Elena's voice pierced through the heavy silence.

"Not fair..."

"H-huh?" I stammered, taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"I said it's not fair!!!" Her scream echoed loudly through the room, sending a jolt of shock through me.

'Excuse me what exactly isn't fair...?'

As Elena began to undress herself, my eyes widened.

Her beautiful body was bare naked in front of me again.... the morning sunshine only helped in highlighting her curves.

Her inverted nipples teasing my already exhausted body...

Seeing my lovely fiancé like that my junior twitched inside Aria... prompting a small moan to come out of her.

"Ah~!"

With slight confusion, I watched as Elena approached me, her expression a tumultuous blend of anger, affection, and disappointment.

Had I truly hurt her once more, despite my promises to protect her from harm? It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I always managed to fall short of her expectations.

Without hesitation, she pushed the unconscious Aria aside, her gaze never leaving mine.

"You can still go, right?" she demanded, her tone sharp with accusation.

"Y-yeah...?"

It became clear that my morning pleasures were far from over, as Elena's intense gaze bore into me with a fervor that sent a shiver down my spine.

Her head then moved downwards and swallowed me whole.

'Fuck... she's too good at this'

later that morning Elena sucked me dry....

'I never thought a threesome with my lovely fiancé's would happen this early...'