The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1104 - 168 - The Origin Of The Republic Of The Great Forest (7)

Chapter 1104: Chapter 168 - The Origin Of The Republic Of The Great Forest (7)

I found myself staring downward, my gaze fixed on the thick trails of semen slowly dripping from their well-stretched vaginas. Gravity pulled it down in lazy strands, the white mess clinging before finally letting go and splattering softly against the ground beneath us. The sight was obscene in the quiet aftermath, the kind of visual that lingered in your head longer than it should have. My breathing hadn’t even settled yet, my body still humming with leftover tension, when the atmosphere inside the tent suddenly shifted.

The netting at the entrance rustled.

It wasn’t loud, but in the stillness, it might as well have been a shout.

"Oh my..." a voice murmured, soft yet amused. "Looks like I was a little late."

I lifted my head.

Standing there, framed by the dim light filtering through the tent, was Agneis. She was smiling—calm, knowing, and far too composed for someone who had just walked in on a scene like this. Her eyes flicked over the mess, over me, and then back again, as if she were taking her time absorbing everything.

That was right.

Artemis had invited Agneis to join us. This wasn’t just about indulgence or pleasure—it was political in its own twisted way. A deliberate act meant to unify the relationships between the current leader and the future leaders of the kingdoms within the Great Forest. With unification looming on the horizon, they had all come to the same unspoken agreement: sharing sex with me together would be their way of forging something deeper, something personal enough that it couldn’t be easily broken.

Agneis had been late.

Because of that, we hadn’t waited. Things had progressed naturally, one moment flowing into the next, until we were already well past the point of stopping. I honestly hadn’t expected her to show up at all after that.

Yet here she was.

"You’re going to join us, Agneis?" I asked, my voice still rough, my body nowhere near calm.

"Well," she replied, her smile widening just a little, "it’s not easy to ignore a request from the next elven queen." Her tone carried a mix of duty and amusement. "That’s why I’m here. I hope you don’t mind adding one more to the fray, Leon?"

Even as she spoke, her hands were already moving, loosening her clothes with deliberate ease. No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just quiet confidence.

"Well," I said, letting my eyes roam over her without restraint, "the more the merrier."

I could feel it immediately—my arousal hadn’t faded in the slightest. My cock was still hard, stubbornly so, despite how much I had already cum. If anything, it felt even more alive now, heavier, hotter, like it was mocking the idea that I might be done for the night.

Honestly, it felt like I hadn’t even begun.

"You’re really something else, Leon," Agneis said, her voice low but steady. "Would you mind if I do something to your penis first? I want to give it a lick before anything else."

"Alright then," I replied without hesitation.

The moment the words left my mouth, she lowered herself gracefully to her knees. There was no rush, no awkwardness. She reached up and held my cock in her hand, lifting it until it was level with her face. For a brief moment, she simply looked at it—eyes tracing its shape, its size. There was a flicker of something there: caution, maybe, mixed with unmistakable fascination.

Then her tongue slipped out.

She started slowly, licking the tip with careful, deliberate movements, tasting what was left there. After a few strokes, she opened her mouth wider and finally enveloped my cock, her warmth closing around it completely.

The sensation hit me immediately.

A sharp, overwhelming pleasure surged through my crotch, enough to make me tense on instinct. My hands moved on their own, settling against her head as I exhaled sharply. She looked up at me then, her eyes meeting mine, filled with mischief—an unspoken challenge shining clearly in them.

She wanted more.

She worked her mouth skillfully, using the insides of her cheeks to press and glide against my cock. The tight space, the pressure, the way her cheeks subtly bulged around me—it was enough to make my head spin. Every movement felt amplified, dragging the pleasure out until it bordered on overwhelming.

Heaven wasn’t even a metaphor anymore—it felt disturbingly close.

And that smile of hers never faded.

At that point, there was no chance I could hold myself back. I grabbed the back of her hair, gathering it into my fists, one in each hand, and pulled her toward me. She took my cock deeper, far deeper, her throat tightening as she adjusted.

"Mghhhhhh?!"

Her eyes widened instantly—but there was no fear there. No pain. If anything, it looked like confirmation, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. Considering the way she’d been staring at me earlier, there was no way she hadn’t expected it.

My girth clearly didn’t fit easily, and it showed. Her throat bulged visibly around my cock, the shape obscene and unmistakable. Seeing it lodged there, like it belonged inside her, sent a jolt straight through me.

I pulled her back just enough to breathe.

Then I thrust her down again, slamming her head against my crotch, pushing deep into her throat once more.

She didn’t resist. She didn’t pull away. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unfocused but intense, as if she were enjoying the lack of control just as much as I was enjoying taking it.

I kept going like that, the rhythm rough and unrestrained, until the pressure built beyond what I could manage.

Her throat was tight—unbelievably so. The confined space, the unavoidable suction, the way everything wrapped around me made it impossible to last any longer. Cumming like this felt inevitable, the only natural conclusion.

So I let go.

I orgasmed hard, shooting my semen straight down her throat.

"Mmmm...!"

Her eyes widened again as the load hit, some of it rushing back up and leaking out of her nose, trailing down like snot. I held her head firmly against me as I continued unloading, but she didn’t gag—not even once.

Instead, she inhaled softly through her nose, pulling the semen back down, then began swallowing it all. Each gulp tightened around my cock, squeezing it rhythmically, and the sensation was so intense it made my legs tense.

Eventually, it ended.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, breath heavy, body still buzzing. Agneis looked up at me, calm as ever, and slowly licked her lips. There was no sign of discomfort, no hint of regret—only quiet satisfaction, like she had enjoyed every second of it.

And judging by the look in her eyes, she’d do it again without hesitation.