The Demon Queen's Royal Consort
Chapter 148 - Calm Days - III

Chapter 148: Chapter 148 - Calm Days - III

The day passed with a deceptive calm. Glenn, now with color back in his cheeks and his eyes less heavy, felt his muscles more responsive and the pain gradually fading. His bandages had been changed, his once pale skin was regaining life, and according to the latest prognosis from the head healer, he would be discharged in two days something that had seemed impossible when he first opened his eyes.

But not everything was as it had been.

There was a difference, a distinct shift he couldn’t ignore.

Before the dungeon, cultivating spatial energy had been like trying to grasp fog with his hands. Even saturating his prana core was a slow and frustrating process. Worse still was his mana core: barren, empty, showing no progress in the past six months.

Now... now it was different.

He didn’t know if the change had come from prolonged exposure to the corrupted dungeon a place flooded with chaotic spatial energy or if it was directly connected to the black ring on his finger. The artifact, once a plain and rough band, now gleamed with golden, enigmatic inscriptions and was encircled by a finely detailed serpent. A symbol, perhaps... or a silent curse.

The truth was, ever since waking up, he could feel space energy like never before. As if reality had torn open in his perception, allowing him to touch something previously unreachable.

That dawn, with sleep light and body at rest, Glenn chose to cultivate.

Even lying down, breathing slowly, he could feel the pulse of energy resonate through his body like gentle waves in the sea. He closed his eyes... and dove in.

Inside him, his internal world revealed itself as a silent abyss.

Glenn floated in the void. Beneath him, a black infinity deep as the eye of a black hole pulsed with a suffocating density. It was as if the gravity of a thousand worlds had condensed there, dragging everything with inevitable slowness.

Above, storm clouds laced with lightning danced in a furious ballet. The bolts began yellow, but as they spread, they shifted to bluish hues, almost ethereal. As if they weren’t just electricity, but remnants of a higher order lightning that scarred reality itself.

And all around him, like suspended dust...

The fractures.

Glenn remembered clearly the first time he’d seen one. A single shard floating in the void, like broken glass frozen in time. Now... he could count hundreds of spatial fractures, each one flickering with instability, as if daring his inner world to hold them.

The number hadn’t grown since the last time Glenn saw them back when he was still inside the dungeon. But their nature had changed.

Before, they shimmered like pale, lifeless cracks. Like dirty glass shattered by a tossed stone.

Now, a far more defined fissure could be seen at the center of each fracture. Where once it looked like blunt-force damage, now it seemed to have been sliced by a precise, razor-sharp blade.

But one fracture stood out.

Gigantic.

If he could measure scale within himself, he’d say it was dozens of meters tall. An immense crack that split the sky and threatened to swallow everything as if an entire dimension were trapped inside, struggling to escape.

It was beautiful. And terrifying.

A constant presence, making it clear that his journey was about to change direction.

Glenn kept floating. Took a deep breath.

For the first time in a long while, he felt something stir within him.

Something growing.

Changing.

Glenn slowly opened his eyes after another cycle of cultivation. His breathing was deep, controlled, and the sweat trickling from his brow revealed the silent strain his body still endured. But deep in his mind, there was no more doubt.

Before, the changes in his inner world had seemed to drift between delusion and truth. But now... they were clear as daylight.

The stronger he became, the more the world within him transformed.

It was as if his soul, his body, and his affinities were being shaped into a living microcosm in constant evolution, reflecting his journey.

The storm clouds, for instance.

They no longer simply hovered above, dancing furiously over his head:

They were evolving.

Glenn recognized the patterns.

The yellow lightning vibrant and controlled was like the kind he wielded with absolute precision. Stable. Loyal. Submissive to his will.

But as they moved across his internal sky, their colors shifted, transmuting into blue lightning cold and volatile, crackling as if searching for something to destroy exactly like the power Glenn still struggled to master. The second step. The next frontier.

This wasn’t symbolic.

It was a mirror of his progress.

A living map of his own limits and achievements.

And then... there was the gravitational abyss below.

Once, it was a dead pit. Endless darkness. A formless prison.

Now, it spun.

Slowly, yes but with purpose. Like a primordial planetary system sketching out orbits... only still empty.

There were no planets, no moons, no light.

Only the constant, muted swirl of darkness.

A pure, raw, silent gravity.

A force that could devour worlds, yet still waited for something to exert its dominion over.

And Glenn understood.

If this were someone else’s inner world, it might be invisible.

But not to him.

That darkness was his. It was his nature. His instinct. His root.

His gravitational affinity was no longer just a force.

It was an entity in evolution.

There, floating in the center of that personal cosmic chaos, Glenn grasped a brutal truth:

True strength wasn’t just about accumulating power.

It was coherence.

It was making the universe within you obey your will.

**

Glenn woke up from his sleep, he was lying there, his body wrapped in a cocoon of bandages, each one an intense white against the dark contrast of the room. His breathing was shallow and slow, a pattern of discomfort that harmonized with the crackling of the lanterns.

The room was dimly lit, the flickering fire casting shadows that danced across the walls.

Suddenly, he felt a warm, moist sensation enveloping his manhood. His eyes opened to find a cascade of brown hair covering his lower body.

Hera, his devoted alchemist, knelt between his legs, her golden eyes shining with malice and desire. Her full, glossy lips curved into a knowing smile as she gazed up at him, her mouth stretched around his erect shaft.

She spoke in a sensual whisper, her words like a caress against the sensitive skin of his penis: "I’ve missed you, young master. And I thought, what better way to help your recovery than with a little... extra care?"

The sensation was delicious, and Glenn couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips when she began sucking in earnest. Her mouth was a heavenly addiction, the pressure increasing and decreasing in a rhythm that made his toes curl.

She spoke in a sensual whisper, her words like a caress against the sensitive skin of his penis: "I missed you, young master. And I thought, what better way to help your recovery than with a little... extra care?"

The sensation was delicious, and Glenn couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips when she began sucking in earnest. Her mouth was a heavenly addiction, the pressure increasing and decreasing in a rhythm that made his toes curl.

Hera’s hands danced over his thighs, her long, elegant fingers tracing patterns in the thin layer of sweat that had formed from the heat of her attention. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, mingling with the aromatic smell of something exuding from Hera’s body. A perfume.

Her eyes never left his as she worked, those golden orbs filled with a hunger that was both burning and soothing. Every time she took him deep into her throat, his eyes rolled back in his head and a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine.

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)She spoke in a sensual whisper, her words like a caress against the sensitive skin of his penis: "I missed you, young master. And I thought, what better way to help your recovery than with a little... extra care?"

The sensation was delicious, and Glenn couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips when she began sucking in earnest. Her mouth was a heavenly addiction, the pressure increasing and decreasing in a rhythm that made his toes curl.

Hera’s hands danced over his thighs, her long, elegant fingers tracing patterns in the thin layer of sweat that had formed from the heat of her attention. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, mingling with the aromatic smell of something exuding from Hera’s body. A perfume.

Her eyes never left his as she worked, those golden orbs filled with a hunger that was both burning and soothing. Every time she took him deep into her throat, his eyes rolled back in his head and a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine.

Her cheeks hollowed out with the effort, and a light ring of saliva formed around her lips as she sipped and moaned, savoring the taste of him. The room grew hazier as the scent of their desire grew stronger, and the very fabric of the air seemed to tremble with anticipation.

Suddenly, Hera paused, lifting her head from his groin with a soft pop. She raised a single, slender finger to her lips, her eyes shining like a warning. Glenn realized that they were in a forbidden place, after all, he was still in the ward.

The low, steady breathing of the other patients, who were also recovering, could be heard in the darkness. Trying to talk some sense into his maid, Glenn tried to protest, but was quickly intercepted by Hera’s desire.

Ignoring his protests, Hera leaned back, her eyes alight with a fiery determination that made his body vibrate. When she took him back into her mouth, Glenn felt something new, small, sensual abrasions along the length of his shaft. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as she began to run her tongue around the sensitive tip. The sensation became more intense and he realized that the abrasions were actually tiny spheres alternating between cold and heat that danced on his skin. It was a trick of her alchemy, a potent mixture designed to amplify his pleasure.

The spheres moved closer together and, in a sudden detonation of sensations, they exploded. The pleasure was so intense that Glenn’s eyes watered and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from screaming. Hera’s eyes shone with satisfaction as she watched his reaction, her mouth never stopping. The explosions increased in intensity, each one sending waves of exquisite agony through his groin, and Glenn felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train going down a track without brakes.

Unable to hold back any longer, he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. Hera took him greedily, her throat working around his cock as she swallowed everything he had to give. The room was filled with the sounds of wet suction and her muffled moans of pleasure. The tension in his body intensified, his muscles tensed as he fought the urge to come. But it was no use; the dam had been breached and the flood of pleasure overwhelmed him.

With a roar he could barely stifle, Glenn’s climax hit him like a sledgehammer, his hips jerking erratically as he filled Hera’s mouth with his semen. She took it all, her eyes never leaving his as she drank from the fountain of his lust. A few drops escaped her lips, trickling down her chin and onto her ample bosom, glistening in the firelight. Her cheeks were flushed and her own arousal was palpable as she licked her lips, savoring every last drop.

The small, muffled choking sounds that filled the air grew louder, and Glenn’s heart skipped a beat when he realized that the commotion was coming from the other patients’ nearby beds. He had lost track of his surroundings in the throes of passion, and now the realization that they had attracted unwanted attention set his nerves on edge. The tension in the room grew thick and palpable as the sounds became louder, a cacophony of sighs and coughs that seemed to echo off the stone walls.

Miraculously, none of the patients moved, seemingly lost in their own pain or too deep in their recovery to notice the illicit act unfolding in the shadows. The fear of being caught added an unexpected thrill to the moment, making Glenn’s erection throb even more fiercely.

As if sensing his arousal, Hera’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She pulled away a little, letting his penis, still throbbing, slip out of her mouth with a wet pop. Glenn’s eyes widened as she reached for the hem of her dress, lifting it to reveal her naked, glistening pussy. The sight was almost unbearable, she was completely bare beneath her skirt, her folds swollen and wet, begging for his touch.

Hera slowly turned around, Glenn watched with eyes wide with lust, Hera’s voluptuous ass swaying in front of him. Her skin like warm velvet under his trembling fingers, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. Still inclined to end the pleasure session for fear of being discovered, Glenn tries to control Ivy with signs. But his maid ignored him completely, positioning his hard member at the wet lips of her pussy.

And so, a last, desperate look at the still figures in the shadows was overtaken by a blossoming desire, in which Glenn gave in to his desires.

With a fierce growl, Glenn grabbed Hera’s hips and shoved his cock into her pussy. Her gasp was muffled by a hand clamped over her mouth, but the shock of the pleasure was clear in the way her eyes rolled back. He could feel the grip of her walls tightening around him, welcoming him in despite the risk.

Like a beast released from its cage, Glenn fucked her like a wild animal, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. He could feel her body yielding to him, her wetness coating his shaft as he dominated her in a primitive, possessive dance. Hera’s nails dug into his bruised legs. Leaving half-moons of pain and pleasure on his skin, as she silently urged him to go faster, harder.

The sound of their bodies colliding was a symphony of lust, a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very stones of the room. Lascivious liquids exploding from their private parts, and the sweet sound of something hard sliding into something lubricated.

Their movements became more frantic as the passion grew, and their breaths came in short, rapid bursts. Glenn’s eyes were glued to Hera’s voluptuous buttocks, which swayed in a mesmerizing dance capable of driving any man insane. The tension in the room became palpable, the air was impregnated with the scent of their desire. They were a single entity, united by a burning need that knew no bounds.

Noticing movement in the beds nearby, their eyes widened, realizing the urgency of the situation. They had to be quick, silent and thorough in their indulgence. The risk only served to amplify the electricity that surged between them.

Their hips moved in a silent symphony of desire, the friction of skin against skin the only music in the dark chamber. The intensity increased and Glenn felt a tingle at the base of his spine as his orgasm approached. He could see the same desperate need reflected in Hera’s eyes, feel her muscles contracting around him. The two of them were balancing on a razor’s edge.