The blood-red rift spat them out above the floating Black Citadel of Eostia, midnight under a moon that bled like an open wound.
Jax landed barefoot on the highest balcony, one hundred and twelve inches of Sovereign Rod jutting forward like a siege weapon, glowing crimson runes crawling up and down the shaft in time with his heartbeat.
Behind him stepped the vanguard:
- Asagi, second pregnancy already massive, lightning crackling between her thighs.
- Yukikaze, Sakura, Oboro – all re-pregnated, bellies glowing like war banners.
- Four hundred and fourteen pregnant Taimanin elites marching in perfect formation, milk dripping in synchronized rivers.
- The newborn legion, now thousands strong, floating above like a storm of cherubs made of lightning and shadow.
Below, in the grand throne hall:
Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves, sat on her ancestral throne of living obsidian.
Crown of black crystal.
Skin like polished amethyst.
Silver hair cascading over bare shoulders and barely-contained breasts.
Black lace bodysuit doing nothing to hide the fact she was already in forced estrus.
Beside her stood Celestine Lucross, High Elf Goddess incarnate, golden hair, emerald eyes, white silk robes clinging to impossible curves.
Around them: the full assembly of dark-elf nobles, monster generals, and the seven princesses, waiting for the mercenaries who would never come.
Jax kicked the balcony doors off their hinges.
The entire hall froze.
He walked forward slowly, coat flaring, cock swinging like a battering ram.
Olga rose first, voice cold and regal.
"You are not the mercenaries."
Jax smiled.
"No.
I'm the one who fires them after I finish breeding their employers."
He stopped ten meters from the throne steps.
[Target: Olga Discordia – Queen of Dark Elves]
[Hidden Affection: 99/100 → 100/100]
[Womb Readiness: Peak fertility – ovulation triggered by Sovereign presence]
Olga's knees buckled.
A visible wet spot bloomed between her thighs.
Jax took one more step.
Olga's crown slipped and shattered.
She fell to her knees, crawling the last three meters until her lips brushed the head of his cock.
A single tear of black crystal rolled down her cheek.
Then she opened her mouth and took the first eight inches in one desperate swallow.
The hall erupted in chaos.
Dark-elf guards charged.
Jax didn't look.
His newborns raised their hands.
Lightning, shadow, cherry petals, and succubus flames formed a perfect dome.
Every soldier who touched it was instantly stripped, bound, and forced into mating-press, pussies presented like offerings.
Jax grabbed Olga's hair, pulled her off with a wet pop, and lifted her bodily onto the throne.
He tore the lace bodysuit away like cobwebs.
Perfect amethyst skin, dark-purple nipples leaking shadow-milk, cunt dripping black nectar that sizzled on the obsidian seat.
He spread her legs over the armrests, lined up, and looked her dead in the eyes.
"Watch your kingdom become mine."
One thrust.
One hundred and twelve inches speared through her in a single merciless stroke.
Olga's scream was the sound of ten thousand years of pride shattering into ecstatic submission.
Her back arched off the throne.
Her belly bulged obscenely from navel to sternum.
Black-shadow runes exploded across her skin, then flipped gold.
The throne itself cracked, obsidian weeping liquid darkness that turned into tiny succubus imps and began licking the overflow from her thighs.
Jax started moving.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Every stroke lifted Olga's entire body an inch off the seat.
By the twentieth thrust her belly was rounding.
By the fiftieth she looked six months pregnant.
By the hundredth she was full-term with octuplets, belly sloshing, kicking, shadow magic raging inside like a trapped storm.
He buried himself to the root and unleashed.
The first rope made her belly jump six inches outward.
The tenth turned her into a cum-bloated fertility idol, skin translucent violet, octuplets visibly kicking and forming tiny crowns inside the womb.
Olga's final orgasm detonated a ring of black-purple fire that incinerated every banner bearing the old kingdom's crest.
When Jax pulled out, a solid minute of glowing black cum poured from her ruined cunt, pooling into a perfect circle that hardened into a new royal seal:
PROPERTY OF JAX KUROGANE – FIRST DARK CONSORT
Olga collapsed forward, hands cradling her massive belly, voice broken and adoring.
"My throne… my crown… my womb… all yours, my Emperor♡"
Jax turned to the hall of kneeling, pregnant dark elves and the seven princesses now openly masturbating in the front row.
He raised one hand.
"Line up.
The coronation orgy begins now."
[Kuroinu Layer – 14 % Conquered]
[Active Consorts: 415 (414 Taimanin + Olga)]
[Pregnancies This Chapter: 1,312 and counting]