What Do You Mean I'm The King Now??

It's late, and we've already stopped for the night, on our way to the Blazing Hell Dungeon, making camp near a large, freshwater pond. The time is nearly midnight, and my companions have phoned it in, heading off to bed for the evening, but I feel restless and unable to meditate, the elven equivalent of sleep. I lay awake on the ground for a while, turning this way and that, but no matter what position I adopt, I just can't seem to feel at ease. Finally, realizing I'm going to get any meditation done anytime soon, I quietly get up and make my way to the pond.

I kneel down and splash some water on my face, trying to clear the roiling thoughts in my mind. Then I move back to a nearby tree and sit down, leaning against the sturdy trunk as I gaze out into the water's edge. The pond is motionless and still, its surface undisturbed, so much so that it's like a mirror, and in its reflection is the bright, round moon, full and looming, ever watchful, casting the surroundings in a pale blue light.

As I stare into the moon's reflection, I suddenly hear a rustling in the bushes to my left. Immediately, I tense, thinking that it might be an intruder, but I relax once I see that it's just Candy. The elf offers me a smile, and I nod in reply before she comes to join me by the tree, sitting down, her body brushed up against mine. I can feel the warmth radiate from her smooth skin, her complexion almost glimmering like a star in the pale light, and as I turn to face her, I am met by the most gorgeous of golden eyes, no less celestial than the moon above. My heart skips a beat, and slowly, I raise my hand, brushing a stray strand of blue hair away from her face. "Candy."

"Yes, King Ash-?"

Without thinking, I lean forward, placing my lips against hers, my hands up against the back of her head, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. As we kiss, as our saliva mix, as our tongues dance to and fro under the starlight, I feel our bodies sliding from the tree, and before long, we're on the ground, Candy's body below mine, lying flat on her back.

We kiss for what feels like an eternity, a blissful forever, but eventually, I feel my tongue start to tire. I pull out, my pink organ slipping from the hotness of her mouth, and then I stare in silence at my elf companion, whose orifice is still lingering in the shape of an "O", hungry with d.e.s.i.r.e. "Candy, I-"

But before I can get another word out, I see the elf sit up, a look of l.u.s.t on her face. Then to my surprise, she pushes me back with gentle, but steady force, reversing our positions so that her luscious body is now atop mine. As I watch with half-glazed eyes, she leans in for a kiss, and I can feel her hands exploring my body, rubbing against my c.h.e.s.t, my stomach, my inner t.h.i.g.hs-

I feel her reaching for my belt, and, instinctively, I lift up my h.i.p.s so that she can remove my pants. As she does so, my p.e.n.i.s, hard as a rock, pops out like a spring, angled up forty-five degrees from my body, and I nearly jump when I feel Candy suddenly take my member into her hand, the feeling akin to being hit by an electric shock.

Candy pumps my d.i.c.k a few times, forcing several short gasps from my lips, before I spot her smirk at me, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes hidden behind the l.u.s.tful gaze. Without a word, she breaks away from our kiss, then moves her head lower, to my outstretched member. Her mouth hovers for a second, and I can feel her warm breath, tickling the tip of my p.e.n.i.s. Then without warning, she leans down, taking the entirety of my d.i.c.k, shaft and all, into the depths of her hot tunnel.

It takes all my strength to not c.u.m instantly, as the warm wetness of her mouth engulfs my hard rod, and then I feel her tongue, brushing against the underside of my bulbous gland, and I can't help but let out a cry. "Oh shit!"

In response, I feel Candy pull back her head, my c.o.c.k exiting her mouth with a pop! sound. Then as my d.i.c.k sways back and forth, cool from the saliva in the chilly midnight air, I see Candy turn to me, holding a finger to her soft lips while she extends another to mine. "Shh, King Ash," she says gently, "If you're too loud, you'll wake Argeias. You need to be quiet, promise?"

I nod my head obediently, and I watch as Candy returns her attention to my solid organ, swallowing it whole once more, the walls of her throat undulating against the sides of my p.e.n.i.s, like a thousand tiny hands, masturbating me all at once, and I think for a moment that I'm in heaven. But then she starts to move.

"Oh f.u.c.k-!" I exclaim involuntarily, and when I see Candy glance up at me, I quickly place both hands over my mouth, muffling my cries of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. "Mhm, mmuck, mmoh, mmahh, mmmiiittt."

My voice comes out squeaky and broken, and I'm lost in the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of it all, watching with half-open eyes as Candy's head bobs up and down on my d.i.c.k, her delicious lips massaging the bulbous head of my c.o.c.k, and it isn't long before I feel myself getting into the action, thrusting my h.i.p.s in sync with the motion of her head.

"Mhmmmm, mmmmuuuuck, mmmmohhhhh shiiiiittt-!"

My body suddenly tenses, as the familiar feeling begins to propagate through every nerve in my being. My balls pull in, and my d.i.c.k begins to pulse wildly. Candy must have sensed my impediting o.r.g.a.s.m because she moves back her head, freeing herself from my p.e.n.i.s, just as rope after rope of hot, sticky s.e.m.e.n shoots out of my pissslit. My c.u.m flies through the air, hitting her square in the face, covering her in my thick, creamy seed.

Still panting from my post-o.r.g.a.s.mic high, I slowly open my eyes, turning my attention to Candy, and I'm greeted by the searing sight of my s.e.m.e.n, nearly translucent in pale moonlight, slowly dripping down her long, elfish cheeks, which at the moment, are pulled into a gentle smile. She stares at me for a long minute, her golden eyes round and kind. Then she says, "King Ash, I'm going to wash up in the pond. Care to join me?"

I nod, and we clean up in the pond, the icy waters refreshing against our n.a.k.e.d bodies. Then we come back to shore and dress before lying down on the grass, side by side, staring up at the beautifully full moon. As we lay in silence, enjoying each others' company, Agnes' words sudden reverbert in my mind, and after a pause, I turn to my elf companion and ask, "Candy, what kind of king should I aspire to be?"

Without hesitation, Candy replies, "King Ash the brave. King Ash the just. King Ash the strong," recalling the statement she had made when we fought the bugbears.

"Candy, I'm being serious here," I protest.

I hear Candy turning to face me, and when I look over, I see a rare expression of intensity on her face, as if studying me deeply. Then finally, she replies. "It does not matter to me, King Ash, which kind of king you ultimately aspire to be, so long as it is your d.e.s.i.r.e to do so. The path of just nobility, of ruthless power, of romantic hedonism, any you decide to walk, so long as it is of your own volition, I will follow. I made a promise to you, King Ash, that I am yours, forever and ever. It is a promise I make not lightly, but because as the One True King, whichever road you ultimately decide to embark down must be the correct one. So do not fret, King Ash. I have faith you will come to the answer you seek in time."

"Candy-" Before I can say more, however, I am surprised to hear my elf companion continue.

"But regardless which path you seek to take, one thing is true of this world, King Ash. And it is best that you do not forget."

"What's that, Candy?"

"Only those with strength have the luxury to walk the path of their own choosing. Please don't forget this, King Ash."

After that, Candy falls silent, and I turn my attention away as well, my gaze focused on the full moon overhead. Beside me, I hear my elf companion's soft breathing, her words still echoing in my head.

Strength to walk the path I want, huh?

My emotions are still a jumbled mess, and my heart fickle and full of doubts, but one thing seems to be becoming more and more clear. I let out a deep sigh, watching as my breath escapes as a wispy cloud into the cool midnight air before dissipating against the darkness. Then I think to myself.

I guess it's about time I get serious. I guess it's time to start using my SS-tier talent, "Cosmic Insight".