The Demon Queen's Royal Consort

** Fifth day after awakening - 03:00

The cold dawn wind brushed against my warm skin as I held Dália in my arms. Her body, light against mine, radiated warmth in contrast to the biting mountain breeze.

The imposing balcony stood before us. From it, the landscape stretched out in a mesmerizing vastness, black mountains under the silver veil of the three moons, a waterfall cascading like a crystal curtain, shimmering as if the gods had poured liquid stars over the world.

But my attention was on her.

Dália, my sweet and perverse healer, her pale skin reflecting the moonlight, her red eyes glowing like hungry embers. Her long hair brushed against my legs as I held her upside down, her soft thighs locked around my neck.

"Agh..." She moaned softly as she felt my tongue slide across her soaking wet pussy.

But she quickly regained focus and went back to swallowing my cock with her mouth.

She panted against me, her hot breath mixing with the cold night air, her mouth moving slowly and deliciously, taking me all the way in, drawing low moans from me that were lost in the wind.

Her warm breath brushed against my balls every time she swallowed my member whole.

I focused on her pleasure, feeling her squirm every time my tongue teased her, my hands firmly gripping her thighs, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

Circular motions, followed by sucking and increasing the speed as I rubbed her clit.

The sweet scent of her folds mixed with the night aroma of the wild mountains surrounding the castle, creating an almost hallucinatory atmosphere.

Dália moaned against me, and the sound vibrated through my body, making me grip her hips tighter, deepening my thrusts.

Her tongue was even more intense than I remembered, hot, soft, and strong at the same time. Our position was exhilarating, a standing 69 illuminated by the moonlight.

"You're more excited than usual," I said as I increased the speed of my licks.

"I missed the young master's treasure," she admitted.

This was probably our last round before I had to prepare for the day's training. We had been wildly engaged in intense sex for over an hour.

Today, in particular, Dália was extremely aroused.

From the start, her pussy was dripping excessively, my cock sliding effortlessly inside her. My glans always numbed by the sensation of kissing her cervix. And finally, I decided to share one last round of oral sex on the balcony of my room.

Dália began to moan more deeply. She had already come not long ago, which surprised me. We blacked out for a few minutes before waking up and continuing our unrestrained lust.

My lips kissed her small lips, while my tongue frenetically circled her clit. But something was still missing; I felt it wouldn't be enough to make her climax.

I continued holding her with my left arm, her legs resting on my shoulders. And with my right hand, two of my fingers penetrated her pussy.

"AAAGGH..." Her tremors spread throughout her body.

With two fingers inside, gently moving in and out of her pussy, I continued to suck her without giving her any respite.

Panic began to invade me when I realized her throat was tightening around my glans more intensely. The delicious sensation of being sucked was speeding up my orgasm.

Rushing to make her come with me, I added another finger while licking her with even more desire. I increased the intensity, my tongue moving at a relentless pace as my fingers explored her most sensitive spot.

Our bodies synchronized, the raw urgency of need mixing with the silent awareness of the moment—the desire to possess her completely, to feel her yield under my hands, while she dismantled me with her skillful mouth and the soft murmurs of pleasure she let out between each movement.

The moon seemed to shine even brighter when she trembled against me, her voice breaking into a stifled moan, her nails digging into my thighs, the recognizable sensation of blackout overwhelming us every time she came. And then it happened. The pleasure grew, uncontrollable, and in the moment she shuddered under my touch, I also succumbed.

Everything turned white, my body tensing as an intense and overwhelming pleasure took over me, making me let out a deep growl that echoed through the vastness of the castle.

Still, I refused to fall, holding her motionless in the position we were in. Moments later, our senses returned.

I held Dália firmly as I lifted her back up, bringing her close to my chest. Her small body nestled against me. Our eyes met, hers still clouded with pleasure, her lips slightly parted, breathing uneven.

She smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile, and rested her head against my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her sweat-damp hair, feeling the quiet of the moment envelop us, only the sound of the distant waterfall and the serene beating of our hearts in sync.

There, on that balcony under the three silver moons, wrapped in the night and desire, I felt as if time had stopped.

** Fifth Day - 17:50

"BOOOOOMM..." The thunderous roar shook the ground, and Glenn was thrown back by the impact of Elian's kick.

"Missed!" Elian taunted, a smile forming on his face.

Today's training was different from the previous day. Since 13:30, Elian and Glenn had been heavily engaged in fierce combat.

"You still haven't hit me once!" Elian mocked, moving with absurd speed, dozens of times faster than Lesley.

"How the hell is this a fight between mages?" I complained, channeling lightning into my arms and propelling myself forward by reducing the weight of gravity on my body.

"Hahahahaha," Elian laughed, enjoying the situation.

My body flew toward him as a massive sphere of lightning was launched from my hand in his direction. He moved in a flash, disappearing to the left. His body was also enveloped in blue lightning, his speed reaching incomprehensible levels.

In the moment I was channeling lightning, as soon as the sphere left my hand, a fist hit me in the ribs.

That fist weighed like the world; I was thrown across the training room until I hit a large stone pillar. The impact cracked the surface, creating a spiderweb of fissures. I lost focus, and my magic channeling was interrupted. Blood spilled from my mouth, and the air left my lungs.

"Damn... how the hell am I supposed to hit this demon?" I murmured, trying to catch my breath.

Today, I finally discovered Elian's affinities. As expected, he was a genius among geniuses. And to my surprise, we shared two affinities: electricity and gravity.

His muscular body was the result of his intense training under increased gravity. His motto was:

"A mage must have a body that can withstand their most potent magic."

And he took that seriously. As we fought, he gradually increased the gravity around us. By the third hour, the pressure had already doubled. Now, the gravitational weight was 2.5 times greater than normal.

Moreover, his training style was intense, to say the least.

He advised me to always maintain focus on visualizing my magic, no matter what was happening.

And in this case, what was happening was that before I could actually conjure lightning and use gravity to my advantage, in the middle of the process, he always hit me with punches and kicks.

"Twenty-minute break to recover innate energy," Elian said.

The training room changed, and the familiar energy control pillar appeared in the center of the lake. I sat on the platform, and now, instead of trying to maintain control over the energy flow, I was using another function—feeling energies related to my affinity.

It was a kind of recovery meditation. Feeling the energies that composed my affinities accelerated the regeneration of prana and mana.

"Very well. You cast magic at an impressive speed," Elian praised.

I continued focusing on recovering as quickly as possible.

Despite the exhausting training, I was loving the challenge. The adrenaline, the intensity of the combat, it was all addictive.

Elian approached me, placing his hand on my back. Guiding his energy, he began to advise me on how to control the pores of my energy pathways.

His tips were invaluable; every time he pointed out inaccuracies and they were resolved, I felt a significant growth in my casting efficiency.

"The main problem with your combat method is that you're forced to use two magics simultaneously."

"So I was thinking. Let's develop an idea for a magic that consumes minimal energy, active all the time. A gravitational magic film around your body, altering your weight by 0.1%."

"Is that even possible?" I asked incredulously. "I can't maintain two active magics for more than an hour before running completely out of energy," I questioned.

"It shouldn't be possible, but in your case, we'll have to work on that possibility. After all, that's why you have the best magic teacher in the world," he boasted.

I couldn't deny it. I couldn't even begin to imagine Elian's level. It was as if I hadn't even seen the tip of the iceberg.

"Not just maintaining a gravitational magic film, but having it oscillate between being fueled by mana and prana."

"It will be very difficult at first, but once you effectively control your internal energy, it will be a big step toward reaching the champion level."

We continued discussing ideas to circumvent my serious problem, at least until I could effectively control the two energies separately.

** Sixth Day - 22:00

Sitting next to me was Dália, watching me eat vigorously, and beside me was Hera, the new maid who had been shy on the first day, finally opening up and socializing with the four people at the table.

Elian also enjoyed his meal silently while reading a small book. And in front of me, the unusual presence of Lesley made me furrow my brows.

"Tomorrow will be your day off. And it will also be the day you meet Her Majesty," she casually dropped the shocking news.

"COUGH... COUGH..." I choked on my food, and Dália helped me with light pats on my back.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"Tomorrow you have an appointment. Two, actually. You'll have breakfast with Her Majesty and go on an outing in the afternoon."

"What the hell!!!" I growled, disbelieving the news.