Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 505: The Kiss That Shook the Court

The hush that fell over the grand hall was so complete I could hear the tiny clink of Lira’s trembling fingers against the metal tankard she still held.

Then she entered.

Queen Sylvana did not walk so much as flow into the room—like mercury spilled across black marble, beautiful and poisonous in equal measure.

I didn’t notice that before in the bath, but damn, she was tall, easily above two meters.

She wore a pure white dress that only covered the back.

Hmm... calling it a dress is wrong; it was more like a cloak that was attached to a golden belt around her waist.

It was open from the front, revealing her entire body. Her perky breasts, her flat stomach, her long, toned legs, and her massive, semi-hard cock that stood proud and tall, swaying gently with each predatory step like the heavy clapper of some profane bell. The thing had to be at least 16 inches, even only half-erect, and thick as my wrist.

I felt my own caged cock twitch painfully against its prison. The silver chains on my breasts suddenly felt far too tight.

On her head, she wore a crown of living wood intertwined with golden vines, and at her throat, a simple diamond collar that pulsed with a faint, corrupted light.

As for down below, that’s where most of the jewelry was. I could see at least three golden rings on her cock connected to nipples and a belly ring via thin gold chains. Her testicles were gently held by a golden ball-bra, as the elves called them.

Every elf in the room, from the haughty blonde to the battle-scarred General Fenris, dropped to one knee. The sound of shifting fabric and knees hitting stone was the only accompaniment to the Queen’s steady, rhythmic stride.

Even I had to play along and lowered my head, but only slightly, just enough to show respect. I wasn’t her subject. I was her... future ’business’ partner.

I didn’t care about bowing or not bowing my head; that wasn’t important.

What really made me interested was the things in Sylvana’s right hand.

A staff. A normal-looking wooden staff.

But no, not normal in my eyes.

Why?

Well because

...

Ding!

[A remnant of the old world tree is located]

[Quest updated]

[Host, please retrieve the staff and feed it to the new world tree to awaken it.]

...

The quest got updated as soon as my eyes landed on the staff.

That was my target. The reason I came to this kingdom besides breeding a few cute elves.

’Hehehe~... This is easier than I thought,’ I thought, a wide, predatory grin spreading across my face.

Steal the staff, feed it to my world tree daughter, and voila! A new tree-cock and a pussy in the house.

The plan was simple, but the execution? That was the fun part.

Sylvana’s emerald eyes, now holding a more controlled, regal emerald hue, swept across the room. They didn’t pause even for a moment at the bowing heads, at the beautiful gowns and jeweled cocks. They were looking for something. Or someone.

Then they found me.

Her gaze met mine across the silent, crowded hall.

A slow, deliberate smile touched her lips. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was a smile of ownership. A predator acknowledging another, staking a claim.

She gave an almost imperceptible nod, a gesture meant only for me.

"Rise," her voice commanded, a husky melody that vibrated through the very air. "Today, we celebrate. Today, we stand united against the coming darkness."

As the nobles rose from their knees, a hushed murmur went through the crowd. The haughty blonde High Elf was seething, her knuckles white where she gripped her wine glass. General Fenris, however, wore a look of grim resignation.

"Let them have their pageantry," Fenris muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Vespera and me to hear. "It’s all a fucking theater. The real war is being fought in mud and blood, not in here with perfumed whores and political snakes."

Vespera shot me a warning glance. I kept my smile plastered on, but my mind was racing.

Sylvana moved with an unnerving grace, her bare feet making no sound on the marble. Each step sent the golden chains on her cock swaying in lazy, hypnotic arcs—tiny tinkling bells of corruption that drew every eye, whether they wanted to look or not.

She stopped at the grand table, the staff in her hand thumping softly against the stone. The wood seemed to sigh, a faint, almost inaudible whisper that only I, with my connection to nature and life, could feel. It was a cry of pain. A ghost of what it once was.

Fortunately, the queen didn’t give a long, boring speech or anything. She just raised her glass—a simple golden chalice filled with a shimmering, white liquid. Probably something like Lira’s vintage—and toasted.

"To strength," she said, her eyes still locked on me. "To purity. And to... new friends."

She drank deeply, her throat working, a single drop of the white liquid escaping and tracing a path down her chest, over her breast, and down to the shaft of her cock. The drop clung to the golden ring for a moment before falling to the floor with a sizzle that sounded like acid on stone.

"Cheers," I whispered, raising my own glass of red ’wine.’ I drank, the tart, earthy flavor a stark, delicious contrast to the feigned purity the queen was projecting.

The music started—a soft, ethereal melody played by elven musicians hidden in the living branches of the hall. The party resumed, but it was different now. Tenser. The air crackled with unspoken questions and suppressed desires.

Sylvana simply sat at the center of the table, her massive, semi-hard cock resting on her thigh like a sleeping serpent. She didn’t eat. She didn’t engage in conversation. She just watched.

She watched her court. She watched her enemies. She watched me.

Only after ten minutes of this suffocating display did she finally permit elven nobles to approach her and show their loyalty.

And how, you may ask?

C’mon we know how these elves work. They chose their queens based on the size of their dicks, so of course, they would show their loyalty by... well, by kissing the cock.

One by one, the most powerful nobles in the kingdom approached the queen’s throne. They would kneel, bow their heads, and then, in a show of submission that was both political and deeply sexual, they would press their lips to the queen’s cock.

It was a surreal, fascinating spectacle. The haughty High Elves, with their noses in the air only moments before, were now on their knees, their lips pressed against the queen’s flesh, their faces masks of devout reverence and hidden disgust.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched the blonde noblewoman—the one who had been so offended by Lira’s "vintage"—crawl forward on her hands and knees. Her dignity was a shredded mess, left somewhere back at her chair, as she leaned in to press a trembling kiss to the underside of Sylvana’s massive shaft. The golden rings bit into her lips, but she didn’t dare flinch.

Sylvana didn’t even acknowledge her. Her hand remained wrapped around that World Tree staff, her knuckles white, her gaze still boring into mine as if she were trying to peel back my skin and see what lay beneath.

’Sigh... I know that look,’ I thought, my grin widening.

She was testing me. Waiting for me to make a move.

And oh, I had a move planned.

I felt a nudge on my shoulder. Vespera was leaning in, her voice a ghost of a whisper.

"Morgana, everyone in the hall is required to pay their respects," she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. "It’s tradition. Not going would be a direct insult. A declaration of... dissent."

"I’m not against this tradition," I replied, my eyes still locked on Sylvana.

"I know," she whispered back, "I just fear that you’ll take this tradition too far."

"Hehehe~... I’m a woman of my word, Vespera," I said, my voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "I will respect the queen’s... authority."

"Then go," she said, her tone urgent. "Before she thinks you’re challenging her."

I took my time. I drained my glass, savoring the last drop of Lira’s exquisite ’wine.’

Ves shook her head and made her way to the queen first, kneeling gracefully, her movements fluid and practiced. General Fenris followed after her, her powerful frame moving with a surprising, almost delicate grace as she paid her respects.

I stood up, my movements slow, deliberate. I could feel every eye in the hall on me, their attention a physical weight.

I walked towards the queen, my hips swaying, my bare feet silent on the cool marble. The black dress clung to me, a living shadow, and the silver chains on my breasts jingled with every step, a counterpoint to the tinkling of Sylvana’s golden chains.

I stopped in front of her.

I didn’t kneel.

Instead, I gracefully lowered myself into a deep, theatrical bow, my head almost touching the floor. Then I reached with my right hand.

My fingers, cool and steady, wrapped around the base of her cock.

The collective gasp from the entire hall was a sweet, sweet music.

Sylvana froze. Her emerald eyes widened, just for a fraction of a second, a flicker of surprise, of something unreadable, before the mask of cold control settled back in place.

I looked up at her from under my lashes, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face.

"Your Majesty," I purred, my thumb slowly stroking the sensitive underside of her shaft. "You are truly a sight to behold. A goddess among mortals."

My lips hovered over the swollen head, my warm breath a tantalizing caress.

Then I kissed, and it lasted for a good ten seconds. Not a quick, deferential peck like the others. It was a slow, deliberate, possessive kiss. My tongue darted out, tracing the slit, tasting the pre-cum that beaded there.

Salty. Musky. Power.

I pulled back, my lips glistening. I didn’t lick them clean.

I slowly released her cock and rose to my full height, my smile never wavering.

Sylvana was still staring at me, with a wide, ear-to-ear smile.

"Eh?"

When I was about to turn and walk away,

She grabbed me by my wrist.

"Stay."

Her voice was a low, husky command that left no room for argument. Her grip was like iron, her touch burning my skin like a brand.

"I insist," she added, her eyes gleaming with a dark, dangerous light.

The nobles in the hall were frozen, their faces a mixture of shock, horror, and a sick, twisted fascination. The haughty blonde looked like she was about to faint. General Fenris was watching with a narrowed gaze. Vespera was fuming, her purple eyes practically shooting sparks.

"With pleasure," I said, my tone sweet, innocent. "I’ll sit in the chair next to you if it’s no trouble."

"No." Sylvana’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, a mirror of my own. She patted her own lap. "Here."

Silence.

The entire Great Oak Hall held its breath.

My own heart gave a strange, excited little flutter.

I didn’t hesitate.

With a grace that would have made a ballet dancer weep, I moved, my black dress flowing around me like liquid night. I turned my back to her and lowered myself onto her lap.

"What a naughty queen you are," I whispered in a low tone only she could hear.

Her cock, still semi-hard but rapidly awakening, pressed against my bare ass, the golden rings a cool, hard line against my skin.

"You have no idea."