CHAPTER 34: THE QUEEN’S FIRST ECSTACY[R18]

Smoke still lingered in the air, hanging like fog as the Goblin Queen floated silently above them. Her long silver hair billowed, and her bare feet hovered just inches off the stone floor. She didn’t speak—but her presence made the air itself feel heavier, like gravity had doubled.

Caelen stared up at her. His green eyes gleamed with curiosity... and control.

"Welcome," he said calmly, almost like greeting an old friend.

She didn’t respond. Her eyes moved slowly, scanning the room. Goblins were bowing. Eldric and his men’s lifeless bodies were scattered like broken puppets.

She raised her hand—elegant, pale, and glowing with a strange red light.

Suddenly, Eldric’s body and the others began to rot—flesh cracking, bones snapping, turning to ash within seconds.

Veralia shuddered. "Is... is she the one doing that?"

Reina narrowed her eyes. "Looks like it."

Caelen’s expression didn’t change. He was calm as always, but the gleam in his eyes sharpened. The Goblin Queen lowered her glowing hand—then her legs buckled.

She fell.

Caelen caught her in his arms just before she hit the ground. Her breathing was shallow.

"Seriously..." he muttered. "She just got unsealed and decides to show off?"

Her glowing eyes blinked once, slowly, then shut completely.

Veralia and Reina rushed toward him, their weapons still at the ready. Ryan followed behind.

Ryan glanced at her. "What do we do with her, my lord?"

Caelen looked down at the queen sleeping in his arms, then turned to them. "We take her with us."

"What?" Reina and Veralia said in unison.

"No time to argue." Caelen stood. "Let’s move."

The goblins were still standing around—hundreds of them. Caelen’s green eyes lit up again, power surging through them.

"Clear the path," he commanded.

One by one, the goblins bowed, stepping aside as he walked. It was like a god was passing through.

They didn’t dare stop him.

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Two Days Later – Caelen’s Room

Caelen stood at the window, arms folded behind his back. The soft morning sun shone across his room. The Goblin Queen still lay unconscious on the bed, her face peaceful for once.

Ryan entered. "She’s still not awake?"

Caelen nodded. "Still."

Ryan handed him an envelope. "Garrox sent this. An invitation."

Caelen raised a brow. "To what?"

"His wedding to Selen. Apparently, it’s happening the same day as his coronation as village head."

Caelen smirked. "Ah... two birds, one celebration. Lucky him. At least we get food and a party out of it."

"Two days from now," Ryan added.

"Where are Reina and Veralia?"

"With Selen. Helping her prepare."

Caelen turned toward the bed. "Good. It’s time for the queen’s medicine."

He walked over to the drawer and pulled out a vial of shimmering red liquid. He drank a mouthful, walked to the queen’s bed, leaned over—

And gently pressed his lips against hers.

The medicine flowed into her mouth.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open. She blinked, stunned, then her face turned red.

She pushed him away and yelled, "What are you doing?!"

As Caelen stepped back casually, she raised her hand—intent on using magic.

But nothing happened.

Her eyes widened. "What... what’s going on?!" she cried. "What did you do?!"

Caelen’s voice cut through the panic—calm and cold.

"Don’t bother."

He stepped forward, green eyes glowing again.

"I used a Mana Circuit Interference Seal—an alchemic formula. It blocks magical creatures from using power, especially those who were sealed using ritual magic."

Her hand trembled. She tried to form a curse, but no sound came.

Caelen leaned closer, his gaze locked onto hers.

"Your magic is fed by ritual channels. So I simply disrupted them with my own." He turned his back on her without fear. "Your magic can’t flow unless I allow it to."

The Goblin Queen stared at him—shocked. Her heart pounded.

Who was this human?

Walking back to her slowly, Caelen reached out and gently touched her chin.

"You’ll get your powers back eventually," he whispered. "But for now... you’re mine."

Her heart skipped. Her eyes widened.

What is this presence?

She swallowed hard. "Is he really... human?" she muttered.

Caelen smiled. "Are you hungry?"

She hesitated—then nodded slowly.

Ryan stepped in. "I’ll get the food."

The Goblin Queen lay back, confused, her thoughts spinning. "Is he the one I saw in my sleep...?" she whispered. "He was the one who freed me. That warmth I felt while sealed... it was him. Like a fire holding me together."

Her face burned red.

The door creaked open.

Caelen walked in holding a tray of food. She slowly sat up, staring at him.

He sat beside her. "You’re probably tired of eating meat and sacrifices, right?" He smiled. "Here. I made rice. Let me feed you."

She looked at the tray. Then at him.

Her face turned crimson.

"...Okay," she whispered.

He fed her gently, one spoon at a time. She couldn’t stop staring at him.

"There’s an event happening in two days," Caelen said. "Want to come along?"

"I don’t want anything to do with humans," she replied coldly.

Caelen raised a brow. "I’m human. Yet here you are, letting me feed you."

She coughed in embarrassment. "Well... you’re different."

"Then you’ll have to see everyone in our family as different too."

She blinked. "Family?"

Caelen nodded. "We’re a family."

She looked down, her heart thudding.

Family?

The word echoed in her head.

She ate the last spoon, lost in thought. Caelen set the tray aside.

He studied her. "Let’s take a look at her stats. My eye power’s at Tier II now. I should be able to read her fully."

His eyes glowed a fierce green.

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[OCULUS VIRATIS – ACTIVE SCAN COMPLETE]

—Subject: Lyriss’Khura, The Unshackled Goblin Queen—

Seal: Broken

Status: Partially Awakened – Magic Flow Temporarily Sealed

Suppressor: Caelen Valemorn – Soul Dominance Field: ACTIVE

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[UNSEALED STATS]

Name: Lyriss’Khura

Race: High Goblin Matriarch (Cursed Ascendant)

Class: Queen-Warlock / Worldbane

Age: 1,248

Titles:

— The Queen Beneath

— Flame of the Forgotten

— Last Matron of the Abyss

— The Sleeper Who Binds

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[CORE STATS]

HP: 999,999 / 999,999

MP: 890,000 / 1,020,000 (Suppressed)

STR: 11,200

MAG: 19,600

END: 13,800

INT: 18,300

WILL: 21,000

AGI: 8,900

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Caelen whispered to himself, a glint of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"She’s a monster... that magical power and HP. But good thing I suppressed her first. Even the system noticed it...huh!"

Caelen walked slowly toward the Queen, his eyes calm but piercing. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing.

"I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me a lot lately," he said.

The Queen tensed slightly. "It’s not like that," she replied, turning her gaze away.

Caelen stepped closer, gently brushing his fingers against her lips. "Then is there something you want to say?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

Her breath caught in her throat. Face flushed, the Queen stumbled back slightly, her legs brushing against the bed until she sat down. Caelen followed, kneeling beside her, leaning just inches away.

"Tell me," he said softly. "What is it you wish to say?"

The Queen looked at him, her thoughts racing. What is this feeling? I’ve never felt like this before. Why do I feel so... cornered?

A strange warmth stirred inside her—her heart pounded, her body betraying her thoughts. Her legs tensed and her breath quickened. Caelen noticed and smiled.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Hungry?" she blinked. "Why would I be—"

"I want you to try a delicacy," he said.

"What kind of delicacy?"

"Do you trust me?"

The Queen fell silent. Her thoughts drifted to the moment he had broken the ancient seal that bound her, the warmth of his presence, the light he’d brought into her endless cold. He freed me... maybe I can trust him, she thought.

She nodded quietly.

Caelen rose, his eyes glowing faintly. "Then... spread your legs."

Her eyes widened. "What are you trying to do?"

"I thought you trusted me."

With hesitation, she slowly parted her legs. Her red silk panties came into view, and Caelen stepped closer, a small smirk on his face. He gently pulled the fabric down, revealing her already slick folds.

"I knew you were hungry," he whispered.

The Queen’s face turned crimson. Her breaths came shallow and quick.

"This delicacy..." Caelen said as he knelt down, "isn’t tasted with the mouth alone. It’s experienced... with the whole body."

He slid a single finger inside her, slow and deliberate. She gasped, clutching at the sheets beside her. His rhythm was steady, precise—he moved in and out with care, and then went a little deeper.

"You’re tight," he murmured. "Is this your first time?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip. Caelen’s gaze softened.

"Then I’ll make sure it’s something you’ll never forget."

She moaned softly, eyes fluttering as his fingers explored her gently, learning her body like a melody only he could hear. Her thoughts dissolved into a haze of heat and pleasure.

What is this feeling? she thought. Is this what it feels like... to be with someone like him? Is he... my paradise?

She let out another moan, deeper now, as Caelen quickened his pace. He brought in his other hand, stroking and teasing her. Her fingers gripped his wrist, her body trembling.

"A-Arghhh—!"

A wave of heat rushed through her, and she cried out as her body released, a warm liquid coating his fingers. Caelen chuckled softly, gently slapping the fluid with his palm, making her legs twitch.

"You’re in heaven already?" he teased.

Then he leaned forward and began to lick her, his tongue dancing along her most sensitive places. Her body arched. He dipped his tongue inside, slow at first, then deeper, his finger joining again in a sensual rhythm.

She held onto him tightly, her moans growing louder with each movement. Caelen pulled back slightly, then used his fingers more intensely, drawing yet another orgasm from her trembling body.

"Y-Yes... yes..." she breathed, her voice quivering as a second wave rushed out of her, dripping like rain across the sheets.

Caelen wiped his mouth, stood, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His trousers followed, revealing his fully erect length. He looked down at her with a sly grin.

"Come to me."

She crawled toward him and knelt down. With a gentle grip, she took hold of him, her tongue tracing along his shaft. She began to lick and suck, slowly and sensually, treating him like something sweet. She took him in deeper, then pulled back, a thin string of saliva following her lips.

Caelen groaned, placing a hand on her head, guiding her gently. Her pace picked up. She stroked with one hand, her lips sliding smoothly over him. He pushed in deeper—she choked slightly but didn’t stop, her eyes locking onto his with heat.

He kissed her fiercely, then lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

Laying her down, he teased her entrance, running the tip of his shaft along her folds. She whimpered, gripping the sheets again.

Then, slowly, he entered her.

She moaned, her body tensing and arching as he began to move in and out. His hands caressed her thighs, rubbing her softly while his hips rolled into hers. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.

She cried out again—soft, raw, needing more.

Caelen moved faster, then slowed, then faster again. He drew out, ran his shaft against her once more, then fell back onto the bed. She straddled him in response.

Holding her waist, he guided her onto him. Her hips began to roll—he supported her, helping her bounce and ride. She leaned forward, and he sucked on her breasts, flicking his tongue across her sensitive nipples.

He raised her slightly, thrusting up into her as her body collapsed into his. She quivered as she rode him hard, panting. Caelen held her tightly, then lay flat as she squatted over him and rode him faster and faster.

Soon, a creamy, warm liquid began to trickle down from her onto his shaft. He groaned. She was dripping, clenching around him with every thrust.

He gripped her waist, went deeper, pushed harder—and she gasped.

Caelen pulled her close, his skin glistening with sweat. He flipped her over gently, and she instinctively got onto her hands and knees.

He entered her again.

The sounds returned—slapping skin, gasping breath. Her moans were broken by the rhythm of his thrusts. He grabbed her hair, pulled gently as he pounded into her from behind.

"Do you want my release?" he asked between gritted teeth.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Please!"

He withdrew quickly, and she turned to kneel before him, mouth open. He stroked himself rapidly until his climax hit—thick, hot streams landed across her face and into her mouth. She licked her lips, smiling.

Still catching his breath, she wrapped her lips around him again, sucking gently. Caelen moaned, letting her take in the last of his warmth. She pulled back with one final string of saliva hanging from her lips.

He grinned and lifted her into his arms.

"Let’s go freshen up."

She giggled, resting her head against his shoulder. "Yes... let’s."

Together, they stepped into the bathroom, the steam already rising as the shower turned on—welcoming them into another warm, hazy moment.