From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 225: Premium Coochie! [18+][FIXED!]
Byung stayed perfectly still, his body rigid with the effort of not moving, not making a sound that might alert the orc sisters to what was happening mere feet from where they maintained their vigilant watch. He had no clear idea why an elf—particularly one as dangerous and unpredictable as Velara—was helping him out with his sexual frustration in this incredibly risky situation. But he was glad this was happening despite the absurdity and danger, a perverse smile creasing his face in the darkness, his expression hidden from view but communicating consent to the invisible presence he could feel surrounding him.
His cock throbbed in the grip of the unseen hand, the sensation magnified by his inability to see what was touching him, by the heightened awareness that came from needing to remain completely silent while the Urgar’s daughters sat within easy view. The danger of discovery added an edge to the pleasure that made everything more intense, more urgent.
Then he felt his cock disappear into something wet and incredibly slippery—a mouth, he realized immediately, but unlike any oral sensation he’d experienced before. The heat was overwhelming, the slickness perfect, and then suddenly his shaft pushed past resistance and reached a tight passage that gripped him like a vice. Byung instantly recognized this was her throat, realized with shock that she’d taken him all the way in a single smooth motion, made not a single sound of effort or discomfort despite the considerable size she was accommodating.
Her throat was like an endless abyss that swallowed him completely, conforming to his shape, rippling with muscular contractions that sent waves of pleasure up his spine. The dark elf’s centuries of experience and corrupted physiology apparently extended to every aspect of physical capability, including this.
Byung bit his lips hard, trying his absolute best not to climax in one go because he wanted to empty his balls properly rather than waste this opportunity with a quick, unsatisfying release. The effort of restraint made his muscles tremble, made sweat break out across his forehead despite the cool night air. He needed to last, needed to draw this out, needed to experience everything this impossible situation offered.
He had no idea why he was so intensely horny recently—his libido had always been present but manageable, never this consuming—but it must be a side effect of his evolved body and the corrupted magic now flowing through his system. The absorption of Velara’s abilities had changed him, and apparently heightened sexual drive was one of those changes.
Byung didn’t mind this development at all. If this was why the elf had stuck around, following him invisibly when she could have fled or pursued her own goals, then he could accept that motivation. He had no logical explanation for why it felt this good—why her throat surpassed any previous experience by such a dramatic margin—but he didn’t care about explanations in that moment. Logic and reason could wait. Right now he just needed release.
It almost felt like the elf never came up for air, never broke the suction or withdrew for breath. She kept him buried in her throat for what felt like impossible durations, her magical nature apparently freeing her from mundane limitations like oxygen requirements. She swallowed him whole repeatedly, establishing a rhythm that built pleasure in steady increments rather than rushing toward conclusion.
Byung could feel his climax building with inexorable pressure, his balls tightening, the familiar tension spreading through his lower body. And the vacuum force she was applying with her mouth didn’t help his efforts at restraint—the suction was incredible, pulling at him in ways that made resisting nearly impossible. But Byung wasn’t complaining. Not even remotely.
She was drinking his precum as it leaked steadily now, the fluid evidence of how close he was getting. He could feel her tongue working against the underside of his shaft even while fully embedded in her throat, a demonstration of control that should have been anatomically impossible.
Then right when Byung was about to climax, right when the pressure reached critical levels and release seemed inevitable, she withdrew her head. Not to breathe—he’d established she didn’t need that—but to fully experience the effect of his enhanced precum.
She couldn’t feel it before but it had been enhanced by magic that even magical beings were now affected.
He could sense her invisible presence processing the taste, the magical properties his corrupted fluids now carried, evaluating them with the clinical interest of someone cataloging changes.
Byung looked around desperately despite knowing he wouldn’t see her, salivating like a helpless dog denied a meal at the last second. He knew she was right there, could feel her presence more clearly than ever, but the visual confirmation remained frustratingly absent. The denial made him ache with need that bordered on painful.
Before he could form a coherent thought about what came next, he felt his cock align with a different opening—positioned by invisible hands with practiced precision. Then pressure, incredible tightness, warmth that welcomed him as he squeezed through resistance that gripped every inch of his shaft. A very tight hole that nonetheless stretched to accommodate him, the passage slick with arousal that made entry possible despite the snug fit.
It was inside her pussy now, he realized, and Byung couldn’t believe she was actually fucking him in such a situation—surrounded by watchful orc warriors, in the open air where any sound or movement could give them away, with absolutely no protection if they were discovered. The risk was staggering, the potential consequences severe, but that only made the pleasure more intense.
She raised her invisible ass up slowly, pulling off him until just the tip remained inside, then slammed it down aggressively in one violent motion. The impact drove him deep, forced his cock all the way to her cervix with force that would have hurt a normal woman. But Velara’s physiology absorbed the impact without damage, her internal structure apparently as durable as the rest of her.
The sensation was overwhelming—the tightness exceeded even her throat, the heat more intense, the rippling contractions of her pussy milking him with rhythmic precision that suggested she could climax on command. She rode him with the skill of centuries, her movements efficient and devastating, building toward an ending that Byung knew would leave him completely drained.
He bit his lip until he tasted blood, using pain to anchor himself, to maintain the absolute silence this situation demanded. His hands clenched in the grass beneath him, grabbing fistfuls of earth as an outlet for the physical tension he couldn’t express through sound or significant movement.
Across the small clearing, the three orc sisters continued their watch, apparently unaware of what was happening. Mazga was sharpening a blade with slow, methodical strokes. Roktha stared into the distance with lazy vigilance. Thulga studied a map by dim moonlight that occasionally broke through the cloud cover. None of them looked directly at Byung, but he remained in their peripheral vision—a hostage they were escorting rather than an ally they trusted.
Which made what was happening even more insane. The dark elf was fucking him right under their noses, her invisible form bouncing on his cock with increasing intensity, her pussy gripping him with supernatural tightness.
She leaned forward—he felt the shift in weight distribution, felt invisible breasts press against his chest through his clothing, felt breath that shouldn’t exist ghost across his ear as she whispered in a voice so quiet only he could possibly hear: 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Don’t you dare make a sound when you fill me. I want every drop, and I want you to remember this moment when you’re trying to figure out whose side I’m on."
Then she began riding him in earnest, all pretense of slow buildup abandoned in favor of aggressive pursuit of mutual climax. Her hips moved with speed and precision that blurred the line between pleasure and pain, her pussy clenching in rhythmic pulses that synced with his heartbeat, drawing him toward orgasm with scientific efficiency.
Byung’s vision blurred, his consciousness narrowing to just this sensation, this impossible joining, this moment of pure physical release. His balls tightened one final time, the pressure reaching critical mass, and then he was cumming—shooting rope after rope of thick seed deep inside her invisible pussy, flooding her womb with enhanced fluids that carried properties neither of them fully understood yet.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through him while he maintained absolute silence through sheer force of will. His body shook with the effort of restraint, muscles spasming, sweat pouring from his skin despite the cool air. But he didn’t make a sound. Didn’t alert the orcs. Didn’t give away what had just occurred.
Velara rode him through the entire climax, milking every last drop, her pussy continuing to pulse and contract until he was completely empty. Then slowly, carefully, she lifted off him—his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound that was somehow quieter than it should have been.
He felt her presence linger for just a moment longer, felt invisible fingers trail across his face in a gesture that might have been affection or mockery or both. Then she was gone, retreating to whatever distance she maintained while remaining tethered to him through circumstances neither of them had fully articulated.
Byung lay there in the aftermath, his breathing carefully controlled to appear like normal sleep, his body still trembling with residual pleasure. The orcs hadn’t noticed. Hadn’t reacted. The impossible had occurred without discovery.
He didn’t know what game Velara was playing. Didn’t understand her motivations or long-term goals. But in that moment, with his body satisfied and his mind clearing from the haze of lust, he decided he didn’t need to understand. Not yet.
Tomorrow would bring complications enough. Tonight, he’d simply accept the gift of release and the strange, twisted connection he apparently shared with a corrupted dark elf whose interest in him defied logical explanation.
His system remained quiet—no notifications, no skill acquisitions, no changes. Whatever this had been, it was purely physical rather than magical evolution even thought Byung wondered why he didn’t acquire any of her skills.
Byung closed his eyes properly now, letting real sleep claim him, his last conscious thought wondering what the morning would bring and whether his increasingly complicated relationship with the invisible elf would help or hinder whatever came next.
"Oh, it is a full moon tonight," Byung muttered under his breath before falling asleep.
