Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 506: The Purity Celebration

The banquet resumed, but the rhythm was broken, the melody off-key. All the pretense of polite society had been shattered. The whispered conversations were now sharp, nervous, and entirely about me.

"The moon elf... she sits on the Queen’s lap!"

"A foreigner! An outsider!"

"It’s a declaration. A challenge to the High Houses."

Sylvana didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps she simply didn’t care. Her left hand rested possessively on my thigh, her thumb tracing slow, lazy circles on my skin, sending shivers of electricity up my spine. Her right hand still held the World Tree staff, her knuckles white.

Her massive cock was now fully hard, a thick, hot, insistent pressure against my ass. Every subtle shift she made, every breath she took, was a new, tantalizing sensation.

"What do you think of the party?" she asked, her lips close to my ear, her warm breath a delicious caress.

"It’s... an interesting display of power," I replied, my voice light, teasing. "But I’ve seen more passion in a library."

"Hehe... I like you," she chuckled, a deep, husky sound that vibrated through her chest and into mine. "You’re not afraid."

"Why should I be?" I asked, turning my head to look at her, our lips inches apart. "We are both horny bitches who love to suck on a dick."

"Indeed." Her eyes gleamed with a dark, dangerous light. "But not all horny bitches are equal."

"Is that so?" I challenged, my own grin widening.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, her hand on my thigh tightened, her fingers digging into my flesh. She shifted, and her cock pressed harder against me, the head nudging against my balls.

"Tell me," she whispered, her voice a low, husky purr. "How would you react if I said I wanted to fuck you right here. Right now. In front of all of them?"

"Hehehe... I would be very disappointed in you if you don’t," I moaned, my hips rolling back, grinding my ass against her massive shaft.

"Hehehe." Sylvana’s laugh was a low, predatory rumble. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

The sound cut through the hall like a blade.

Every head that had been pretending not to stare snapped toward us.

She didn’t ask again.

She simply moved, slowly lifting my body just enough with one arm, her grip on my thigh like iron.

She positioned the colossal, slick head of her cock against my slick, waiting entrance.

"Haa..." I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation.

Then she lowered me down.

"Ahh~..."

The first inch breached me like a hot blade through butter. Slowly, agonizingly, Sylvana let my own weight do the work. The massive, sixteen-inch shaft began its relentless invasion, stretching my limits with a ruthless, unyielding pressure. I felt the first golden ring—cold, hard, and unforgiving—press against my entrance before disappearing inside.

"Ah... Haaa...!" My head fell back against her shoulder, my toes curling as the sheer scale of her filled me. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of her throbbing, pulsating length.

By the third ring, my mind was a blank canvas painted with pleasure.

"..."

The hall went deathly quiet.

Even the crackle of the living branches overhead seemed to hold its breath. Every noble, every guard, every servant was frozen in a tableau of pure, unadulterated shock.

’Herma...’ I moaned, my body trembling, my vision blurring. ’Please keep the cum inside... I don’t want to mess up the queen’s beautiful dress.’

[...]

[Understood.]

Sylvana didn’t rush.

She savored.

Her left arm stayed locked around my waist, holding me in place. Her other arm lifted the World Tree staff, holding it like a scepter. She looked out over her court, her emerald eyes blazing with triumph and raw power.

"This," she purred, her voice echoing in the deafening silence. "This is strength. This is purity. Not in hollow words, but in flesh. In the undeniable truth of our bodies."

She gave a small, sharp thrust, burying another inch of her cock inside me.

"This is the power that will crush our enemies. This is the power that will ensure our survival. Let this... union... be a symbol of our resolve. A promise of the fire to come."

"Let the purity celebration... begin," she declared, her voice ringing through the hall.

And then, as if a spell had been broken, the hall erupted.

It wasn’t a cheer. It wasn’t applause.

It was a chorus of moans, gasps, and the wet, sloppy sounds of flesh meeting flesh.

I looked, my hazy gaze sweeping across the room, and I saw a scene of pure, unadulterated debauchery.

The haughty blonde High Elf was on her knees, her silver dress pushed up around her waist, her face buried in the pussy of a dark-haired Moon Elf noble. The raven-haired beauty from before was on her back, her legs spread wide, being fucked by a Wood Elf with a cock as thick as her forearm.

General Fenris, the stoic warrior, was leaning against a pillar, her leather vest open, her massive breasts exposed, allowing Vespera to suckle on one of her nipples while Vespera’s other hand was busy stroking Fenris’s own impressive, thick cock.

"Wow."

What was a boring party turned into an all-out orgy.

"Hehehe... they are quick to obey," Sylvana chuckled, her hips bucking, her cock sinking deeper into me. "They know what’s good for them."

Apparently, everyone was waiting for the queen’s command, or they were forced to play along. Either way, I was enjoying the show.

"Ahh~... Hehehe~... They are just a bunch of horny bitches," I moaned, my body trembling, my mind lost in a haze of pleasure. "Just like us."

She then lowered me down again, the fifth ring now pressing against my already stretched hole.

"Mmm!~"

I cried out, sharp and shameless, nails digging into Sylvana’s forearms hard enough to draw thin red lines. My caged cock throbbed uselessly, leaking in steady, humiliating drips that pattered onto her thigh and mingled with the slick already coating us both.

Sylvana held me there—impaled on roughly half her monstrous length—letting me feel the heavy pulse of her heartbeat deep inside my guts. She didn’t move. She simply existed there, filling me, owning me, while the hall around us descended fully into madness.

Nobles who moments ago had been sipping vintage elf-seed like fine wine were now rutting on tables, against pillars, sprawled across the marble floor. Silk tore. Jewels clattered. Mouths met mouths, cocks met holes, fingers met clits—everywhere the wet symphony of surrender.

The haughty blonde High Elf was no longer haughty. She was on all fours now, ass high, being mounted from behind by a scarred Wood Elf guard while she desperately tongued the slit of another noble’s dripping cunt. Her once-perfect updo had come undone; golden strands stuck to her sweat-slick cheeks.

General Fenris—towering, battle-hardened Fenris—had Vespera pinned against the nearest living column. Vespera’s legs were wrapped around the general’s waist; Fenris was fucking her with slow, brutal rolls of her hips while Vespera’s mouth worked hungrily over one dark, pebbled nipple. Fenris’s free hand was buried between Vespera’s thighs, fingers pumping in time with her thrusts.

Even Lira—sweet, trembling Lira—was there. She knelt between the legs of two lesser nobles, alternating between their cocks with sloppy, eager sucks, her face already glazed and shining.

The entire Great Oak Hall had become one vast, moaning organism.

And I loved it.

Unfortunately, Sylvana didn’t move much. Just the slow, torturous stretch of her entering me, combined with the throbbing pulse deep inside, was driving me insane.

However, she did fill me with an absurd amount of cum.

Gush... Gush... Gush! 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The elf queen was cumming like every thirty seconds, but not with a scream. Instead, her whole body tensed against me, her grip on my thigh and her staff becoming almost crushing as hot, thick liquid erupted inside me.

Gush... Gush... Gush!

If not for my [Essence Void Vault (D)] that allowed me to store her cum, my belly would be bloated to twice its size. I would look like a pregnant whale ready to pop.

...

The orgy raged on for what felt like an eternity—a symphony of flesh and moans conducted by Sylvana’s unyielding presence on the throne.

It stopped three hours before midnight. Then Sylvana stood up with me still impaled on her cock like a prize, her hot cum leaking down my leg despite my skill.

"We will now begin the purification ritual," she said, her voice echoing through the now-silent hall.

She then turned and left the hall through a magical portal that was located behind her throne. With me still impaled on her massive cock, she stepped through the shimmering portal.

The next second, we found ourselves in a clearing inside a forest. There was a high wooden platform in the middle of it, and around it a circle of stones glowing with red light.

Behind the platform stood three cages. And inside them were three unique creatures.

My white stag and a unicorn—those two I recognized instantly. As for the third one... it had the body of a horse, but the head, the front legs, and the wings were those of an eagle.

A hippogriff.

’Oh... what an interesting creature,’ I thought, my dirty mind already working. ’Does he have a horse cock or not?’