The King Of All Pussy

Chapter 9 Eating And Talking

?After using the body of de Bruzy and her loyal maid, I turn towards the other servants who are nearby. They are two delicate-looking young elves, with smooth features and glowing skin, reflecting the natural light of the forest. Her hair, carefully braided, is adorned with small colorful flowers, underscoring her connection to nature.

As I did with Kinzy in the woods and Bruzy and her beautiful servant Hinizy, I make a mental note to take their virginities later.

With a determined gesture, I approach them and order them to prepare some food. My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't eaten in a while. I watch as the servants diligently gather baskets filled with fresh fruits and a variety of edible flowers. Their movements are quick and coordinated, demonstrating skill and knowledge in selecting the ingredients.

They begin arranging the food in beautiful carved wooden bowls, creating a delightful presentation. The fruits are carefully arranged, creating a contrast of vibrant colors and enticing aromas. The meticulously chosen flowers add a touch of delicacy and special flavor to the meal.

As the servants work diligently, I feel the sweet scent of fresh fruits and the gentle perfume of flowers blending in the air. My hunger intensifies, and my anticipation grows as they finish assembling the meal.

However, as I look at the prepared table, I notice the absence of meat. Surprised, I direct my gaze towards the servants and ask where the meat is. One of the servants humbly bows before me and responds with a serene and respectful voice, "My lord, in our tribe, we do not eat meat. We are peaceful elves and mainly sustain ourselves with the fruits and vegetables that the forest provides us."

Upon hearing these words, I take a deep breath, understanding the tribe's traditions and values. Respecting their customs, I nod and say, "I see. I look forward to trying this meal prepared with such care."

As the servants continue presenting the food, I observe their dedication to satisfying my needs. Although the absence of meat is something new to me, I realize that this tribe has its own principles and way of life.

Curious to taste the delicacies they have prepared, I feel joyful about the servants' commitment to meeting my needs. Occasionally, they glance at my crotch, and I'm sure they've never seen someone engage in sex in the same way.

A slight tingling of anticipation fills me as I settle into a chair near the table. I observe the diversity of fruits and flowers laid out before me, creating a true feast of exotic colors and aromas.

I pick up a small spoon carved from wood and carefully select a combination of juicy fruits and edible petals. With each bite, I am enveloped by an explosion of subtle and refreshing flavors that dance on my tongue--the taste is quite strong.

As I savor the meal, my gaze momentarily shifts, and I notice Bruzy and his loyal servant rising from the floor, moving with a certain discomfort towards the table. Their expressions show fatigue and a mix of emotions, as if they have recently faced a challenge.

Taking a deep breath, they hobble over to the table, their gazes lock with mine and a tense silence fills the room. Everyone around us is watching us intently, waiting for the next scene in this unfolding narrative.

Hinizy, with a lot of white liquid oozing from the middle of her leg along with blood, Bruzy with her face and breasts completely dirty with my milk.

With a soft smile on my lips, my voice echoes in the air as I say, "Have a seat." My words are firm, but charged with feeling for these women.

Without hesitation, Bruzy and her servant obey my words, casting aside any discomfort or questioning. With slow movements, they settle at the table, their gazes fixed on me. The silence is broken only by the gentle murmur of the surrounding forest.I think you should take a look at

As everyone around us continues to watch, this unexpected gathering of leaders and followers, from different worlds and divergent traditions, creates a moment of transition, an intersection point between intertwined destinies.

With a warm gesture, I indicate that everyone around should also continue while I continue to enjoy the meal that was prepared for me.

As I eat the meal, my curiosity turns to the population dynamics of the Vonzy tribe. With a sincere look, I address Bruzy in a respectful tone and ask, "How many men and women make up this tribe?"

Bruzy pauses for a moment, reflecting on the question, and then responds with a calm voice, "Approximately 34 women and 53 men."

Surprised by the numerical disparity, my interest is piqued. I raise an eyebrow and gaze at her, curious. "Why are there so many virgin elves in this tribe, and why have I not encountered any pregnant women so far? Is there a reason for this discrepancy?"

Bruzy maintains her serene gaze as she responds, "Our tribe has a deep connection with the forest, and our practices and beliefs are intrinsically linked to this environment. We elves do not feel the same carnal desire as humans. For us, the act of procreation is one that requires significant energy from men. That is why the men of our tribe prefer to abstain, and as a result, we have fewer individuals in our tribe compared to others."

This unexpected explanation echoes in my mind, bringing a deeper understanding of the traditions and principles of the Vonzy tribe. As I absorb Bruzy's words, I realize that the men here are herbivores, and I smile, as this is good news.

After the revealing conversation with Bruzy about the dynamics of the Vonzy tribe, I decide to stand up and make my way to the cabin's door. As I approach the exit, I retrieve a pickaxe from my inventory, preparing to remove the stone blocks I've placed to keep others out.

With each strike of the pickaxe, the stone blocks crumble, gradually revealing the cabin's entrance and allowing passage to the outside world.

When the stone blocks are finally removed, I turn and look back, meeting the gaze of the two servants who have been preparing the food. I decide to get to know them more personally, I want to know their names so that later I can come back and take their virginity.

With a welcoming smile on my face, I address them in a gentle tone, "Tell me, what are your names? I would like to get to know you more intimately."

The servants, somewhat taken aback by my approach, bow respectfully and one of them responds in a soft tone, "My name is Arianazy, noble mage." The other, with a shy look, adds: "And I am Antrazy, sir.".

With the names of the servants in my mind, I start walking because I need to build the walls I promised earlier.

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