Elania's screams were utterly ignored. Under Aia's cold, murderous gaze, the four elven assassins launched a relentless assault. Sharp daggers, silent wrist-bolts, and vines infused with natural mana swarmed Jerry from every direction.
Jerry's expression darkened. In such a confined space, solving this without a scratch meant using the true Dark Arts of the Rosier family—magic meant for the battlefield, not for Muggle streets. More importantly, he had a larger scheme in play.
He could only dodge.
For a moment, Jerry's silhouette became a ghostly blur inside the small Chinese restaurant. He wove through chairs and tables, slipping through the gaps between blade strikes. Each dodge was a heartbeat away from death; several times, the sharp tips of elven steel shredded the edges of his clothes. He suppressed his true power, using only basic shields and displacement spells, making himself appear desperate and cornered.
Aia watched with icy detachment. She wanted to push him, to see exactly how long he could endure before breaking.
Suddenly, the restaurant door was kicked open. Several stern-faced wizards in uniform burst in, wands glowing at the tips.
"Department of Magical Law Enforcement! Drop your weapons!" the leading Auror bellowed. Clearly, the magical fluctuations had tripped the Ministry's alarms.
Aia frowned. She knew this could no longer be resolved "cleanly." If they were taken by these human wizards, it would spiral into a long-winded diplomatic dispute. Executing the boy privately would become nearly impossible.
"Mother! Stop!" Elania cried.
To Aia, her daughter holding a dagger to her throat was merely a heartbreaking, childish act of rebellion, not a real threat. The moment the Aurors burst in, Aia made her move. Without even looking back at Elania's tear-streaked face, she pulsed her surging life mana.
Elania, who had been clinging to her mother, felt an irresistible force pry her arms apart. Freed from the restraint, Aia ignored the Aurors' wands and raised her hand. A brilliant cluster of light, like a swirling galaxy, condensed in her palm. She chanted in ancient Elvish, each syllable heavy with spatial magic.
"In the name of the World Tree, open the path home!"
The air boiled and warped. A circular portal, shimmering like a mosaic of shattered crystals, was torn open. On the other side lay a world of gargantuan crystal structures and towering ancient trees.
"Hmph!" Jerry realized her intent but did not stop her.
In the next second, Aia made a grasping motion toward him and Elania. An irresistible spatial gravity enveloped them. Under the horrified gazes of the Aurors, Jerry and the forcibly reclaimed Elania were sucked into the dazzling crystal tunnel along with the Empress. The portal collapsed instantly, leaving behind a wrecked restaurant and a group of bewildered officials.
The transition through the spatial tunnel was a dizzying blur. When their feet hit solid ground, Elania stumbled, falling onto a floor of emerald-like crystal. Jerry was tossed several meters away, hitting the ground hard, but he immediately rolled into a kneeling position, scanning his surroundings.
They were at the summit of the World Tree—the Royal Court of the Forest Elves. The air was saturated with pure life mana, so thick it felt like washing one's soul with every breath. Nearby, a palace woven from living crystal and moon-vines glowed with a holy radiance.
However, the sanctity was immediately shattered by a piercing argument.
"Why did you do that!?" Elania screamed at her mother. "I told you I'd come back if you let him go! Why can't you respect me for once?"
"You have no choice!" Aia's face was ashen with rage. "Elania! You are the heir to the World Tree. It is in your blood, your destiny! You have no room to choose!"
"I don't care about destiny!" Elania wailed. "Why did you have to hurt him?"
"Him?" Aia gestured toward Jerry, who was slowly standing up. Her eyes were filled with loathing. "For this filthy, lowly human? Elania, open your eyes! You held a blade to your mother's throat for a human wizard—a butcher whose hands are stained with the blood of our kin!"
Aia ignored her daughter's shock and began gathering magic to erase the source of her shame once and for all.
"Are you finished?" a calm, cold voice interrupted.
Jerry brushed the dust off his clothes and stood up. He looked around the magnificent elven court with zero reverence. Instead, a grim smirk played on his lips. "The view is nice. A bit noisy, though."
As he spoke, dozens of objects flew out of his torn pockets. Exquisite rings, ornate necklaces, and twisted ear-studs and armbands. These magical artifacts hummed like a metallic swarm of insects, snapping onto Jerry's skin.
Instantly, a mana signature far deeper, more ancient, and more suffocating than Aia's erupted from him.
Elania's heart skipped a beat. A cold, suppressed memory flooded back. She remembered now. This youth was no helpless boy. He was the monster who had summoned a meteor to pulverize a Dragon-tier War Tree into sawdust. Jerry's recent tenderness had made her forget his true nature.
"Jerry..." she whispered, a plea she didn't even realize she was making.
Jerry glanced at her and gave a reassuring nod. "It's fine. I won't hurt her. But I won't back down either. Some things can only be settled through a fight."
Aia didn't wait for explanations. She blurred across the crystal floor, her curved blades carving silver arcs through the air toward Jerry's neck and chest. These were the lethal, efficient strikes of a veteran.
Jerry didn't meet her head-on. He slid half a step back, his body arching at an impossible angle as the blades whistled past his nose.
"Grip of Rot," Jerry hissed. A skull-shaped ring on his right hand flared, firing five streaks of dark-green energy. The air hissed as it corroded.
Aia didn't flinch. A faint green barrier of life energy—the protection of the World Tree—shimmered around her. The rays splashed against it like rain on a window and vanished. Pure life mana was the ultimate counter to death and decay.
"Using spells against me in this place? Foolish human," Aia sneered, closing the distance. She abandoned wide slashes for a tight, suffocating web of blade-work. She intended to get close and carve the wizard into pieces with pure skill.
Jerry felt the pressure. His spells were suppressed here, their power reduced by seventy percent. He crossed his arms, several armbands extending to form small, overlapping shields.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Aia's strikes were precise and heavy. Jerry was forced back, his heels cracking the crystal floor. "Is all you can do hide?" Aia taunted, spinning into a powerful horizontal sweep that forced Jerry to leap back.
"As you wish," Jerry's eyes flashed. He stopped retreating. He thrust his left hand out, the sapphire ring on his finger erupting with light. "Frost Star Burst!"
Dozens of ice spikes the size of human heads condensed instantly, raining down on Aia. She danced through the barrage, her blades shattering the ice into mist. But the mist was exactly what Jerry wanted. He raised his right hand, a ruby ring glowing.
"Fire Dragon's Breath!"
A massive torrent of dragon-fire roared from his palm, following the trajectory of the ice spikes. Ice and fire collided, creating a violent, turbulent explosion of steam.
Aia's pupils shrank. She threw her left blade like a drill to pierce the explosion while she leaped onto a branch, light as a leaf. Jerry didn't give her a second to breathe. He abandoned long-range bombardment and surged forward. Dark forcefields erupted under his feet, cracking the massive branches as he matched the Elf's speed.
"Chain Lightning!"
Lightning snaked from his fingers, bouncing between the branches to box Aia in. She took a deep breath, the green aura around her thickening as she charged straight through the electricity. The shocks hissed against her skin but failed to stop her. She closed the gap like a leopard, her right blade lunging for his heart.
Jerry turned his palm into a fist, an obsidian ring glowing dim as a shield of solid dark matter manifested.
Clang!
The impact sent Jerry sliding back several meters, snapping a branch the thickness of a human arm. The battle moved from the flat tree-top into the three-dimensional maze of the canopy. Aia was in her element, leaping and spinning in perfect harmony with the environment.
Jerry, meanwhile, was a mobile fortress. He used raw mana to compensate for his lack of agility, blinking short distances and creating force-platforms. His rings flickered constantly—Necrotic rays, Arcane missiles, Time-dilation pulses.
"Support the Empress!" Below, a squad of elven guards raised their longbows. Dozens of arrows infused with anti-magic runes swerved through the branches toward Jerry.
Jerry didn't even look back. "Boring insects."
A floating charm behind him expanded into a rotating sphere of tiny black runes. Every arrow that entered the radius was ground into dust. Then, the sphere fired dozens of shadow-bolts, precisely piercing the skulls of every guard below. No screams, just the sound of bodies hitting the wood.
"How dare you!" Aia's assault became even more vicious. She realized this boy could commit mass murder while suppressed and distracted; she couldn't let it drag on.
Aia leaped high, diving like a hawk. Her blades glowed with a blinding white light. "Holy Verdict!" This strike was designed to shatter Jerry's magical artifacts and cut off his source of power.
Jerry looked up and, for the first time, didn't dodge. He crossed his arms as his armguards and rings fused their light into a solid shadow-shield.
BOOM!
Light and darkness collided. Aia's blade groaned under the pressure but broke through the shield. Several of Jerry's rings shattered into powder, but the blade was also deflected. Aia used the momentum to spin in mid-air, her leg—shod in a black high-heeled boot—swinging like a battle-axe toward Jerry's head.
The heel had snapped off in the earlier chaos. Now, it was just her foot, clad in black silk stockings, carrying lethal force. Jerry tilted his head; her heel grazed his cheek. The thin silk caught on his overflowing mana and tore, revealing her milky-white skin.
"Rrip!"
As a counter, an arcane bolt from Jerry's ring didn't aim for her vitals. Instead, it precisely sliced the side of her tight leather outfit. The overstretched leather tore from her waist to her armpit.
A large portion of her mature, voluptuous torso was exposed to the air. Without the restraint of the leather, her heavy breasts heaved violently, sweat trickling down the swell of her cleavage, glistening in the dim light.
The sudden humiliation caused Aia to freeze for a split second. Jerry seized it. He stepped into her space, slamming his body against hers. It wasn't an attack, but a savage embrace. One arm wrapped around her supple waist, feeling the firm, elastic skin, while the other pinned her neck.
The massive branch beneath them, weakened by their magic, finally snapped. Locked together, they plummeted into a dark, bottomless hollow in the center of the World Tree.
SPLASH!
They crashed into a natural pool at the bottom of the hollow. The water was waist-deep on Aia, but reached Jerry's chest. In the water, Aia's ruined leather outfit lost all utility. Her torn black stockings clung to her thick, powerful thighs, shimmering under the ripples.
"You're dead," Aia spat, wiping water from her face. She had lost one blade, but her right hand still held the other. She lunged through the water, her thighs parting the waves with a heavy splash.
"Undertow Bind!"
The pool water came alive. Inky black tentacles rose from the bottom, wrapping around Aia's limbs.
"Cheap tricks!" Aia erupted with emerald mana, purifying the dark energy and shattering the tentacles. But Jerry had already used the distraction to kick back and widen the gap.
The deep tree-hollow became their new arena. Jerry fought like a mobile turret, launching purple arcane bolts and transforming water into ice blades. Aia moved like a lethal water-nymph, using the buoyancy for impossible dodges.
BOOM!
A fireball from Jerry exploded on the surface, creating a massive wall of steam and water. The force slammed Aia back against a slick rock wall. Upon impact, the wall slowly slid open, revealing a gap filled with a dreamlike, iridescent glow. A concentrated aura of pure life energy poured out.
Aia's face changed instantly. Jerry pressed his advantage, blurring through the steam to grab her slender ankle, intending to drag her away from the opening.
Above them, Elania and a squad of guards finally arrived. "Mother! Your Majesty!"
But as they saw the iridescent gap, every elf, including Elania, froze. Their faces were a mask of reverence and terror. They hovered in the air, not daring to come a single inch closer.
That place was the "Primal Spring," the heart of the World Tree and the lifeblood of the Elven race. Legend said the first Queen was born there. Any elf besides the chosen Empress who stepped inside would have their soul dissolved by the overwhelming life essence.
A mad, venomous thought formed in Aia's mind. She would kill this boy in the most absolute way possible—and sever her daughter's obsession forever.
With a look of grim resolve, Aia stopped resisting Jerry's pull. Instead, she used his momentum to throw herself backward into the glowing gap. Her left hand turned into a claw, gripping Jerry's shirt with iron strength.
"Become fertilizer for the World Tree, you filthy mongrel!"
An irresistible suction pulled them in. Jerry couldn't break free. In the final moment, he instinctively wrapped both arms around the mature, nearly naked body of the Empress.
"NO!" Elania's scream echoed from above.
The gap slammed shut.
They crashed into a warm, viscous liquid. It wasn't water, but a golden nectar—the primal essence of life. They were in a massive crystalline cavern filled with this golden fluid.
Sizzle...
The moment he touched the liquid, Jerry's shadow-shield began to dissolve like plastic in acid. He felt his mana being devoured and purified by the space.
Aia, however, was the opposite. Her body soaked in the golden nectar, her skin beginning to glow. Her wounds healed instantly; her stamina returned. She felt her connection to the World Tree reach its zenith.
The remains of her leather outfit and stockings dissolved completely, returning to raw energy. Even her last blade softened and melted away.
Aia was now completely, starkly naked. A mature, powerful, and perfect female body was laid bare before Jerry.
"Now, let's see you run." Aia's voice was full of triumph as she waded through the golden liquid toward him.
As she stepped forward, the ripples danced across her mature, athletic frame. Her breasts were full and high, their tips a deep, ripe ruby red rather than maiden pink. They stood erect in the cool air like jewels on snowy peaks. Lower down, past her tight, flat stomach, the golden nectar matted the small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair—darker than her blonde mane—highlighting the plump, succulent mound between her powerful thighs.
Without weapons, her long, graceful hands were her most lethal tools.
Jerry's face was grim. His power was being suppressed to the limit. He turned to flee, wading through the thick liquid into a tunnel of gnarled roots. On the walls of the tunnel, Jerry saw something that made his skin crawl.
Inside the crystalline walls were hundreds of glowing, transparent embryos. Inside each were tiny, unformed elves—infant spirits waiting to be born. This was the true nursery of the Elven race!
Aia was closing in. Jerry's last shield was paper-thin. In the face of death, a ruthless light flashed in Jerry's eyes.
To survive, he would use any means necessary.
Jerry spun around—not to attack Aia, but to drive his fist into an elven embryo suspended within the crystal wall.
CRACK!
The crystal shattered. The moment the tiny embryo touched the external golden nectar, it dissolved instantly into a surge of pure, neutral soul energy. Instead of returning to the Primal Spring, this energy was forcibly siphoned into one of the rings on Jerry's finger.
A wave of refined mana surged into his body, reinforcing his flickering shield.
It works! Jerry's eyes lit up. He had found a way to refuel in this hostile sanctuary.
"Stop! How dare you!" Aia's eyes turned bloodshot. A rage far more intense than before—a primal, soul-deep fury—erupted within her. This was no longer a personal feud; it was the desecration and slaughter of her entire race.
Aia lunged at him like a madwoman, her naked body churning the golden liquid into violent waves. Jerry merely sneered. He retreated, and as he went, he began smashing the elven embryos like walnuts, one by one.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Every sound of shattering crystal was a hammer blow to Aia's heart.
"I'll kill you! I'll tear you apart!" Aia was beyond reason. She abandoned technique, swinging her fists, clawing with her nails, and trying to bite him with animalistic desperation.
Jerry dodged through the narrow passage. Having absorbed the energy of over a dozen embryos, his mana was nearly restored. He stopped running and began to strike back. He caught Aia's wrist, and with his other hand, he reached out and grabbed one of her heavy, swaying breasts before delivering a stinging slap directly onto the mound of flesh.
SMACK!
The resounding crack and the incredible elasticity of her skin made Jerry pause for a heartbeat. Aia froze too, stunned that the boy would use such a lecherous method of attack. In that moment of hesitation, Jerry pinned her against the rough, root-lined wall.
Though smaller in frame than Aia, Jerry's aura—now fueled by the stolen lives of her kin—completely overwhelmed the Elven Empress. He forced his knee between her thighs, prying them apart. His cock, already swollen to a terrifying size from the thrill of combat, pressed through his soaked trousers against Aia's most private, untouched sanctuary.
The golden nectar made a wet, squelching sound as their bodies ground together. Aia felt herself going insane; the shame of her body being defiled and the hatred for her people's slaughter tangled in her mind, stripping away her ability to think. She lunged forward, teeth bared, aiming for Jerry's throat.
Jerry's eyes turned cold. He didn't flinch. Instead, he raised his free hand and delivered a brutal, ringing slap across the Empress's noble, beautiful face.
SLAP!
The force whipped her head to the side, sending a lock of blonde hair across her wet cheek. A vivid, red handprint bloomed on her pale skin, a mark of pure desecration in this holy space. Aia's mind went blank. She had never known such utter humiliation.
Before she could recover, Jerry's hand descended, gripping one of her full, heaving breasts in a crushing hold.
"Nngh!" Aia let out a muffled groan. Jerry's palm wasn't large, but it was filled with an iron will. He kneaded the supple white flesh cruelly, his thumb twisting the hard, dark-red nipple at its peak. He pulled and stretched the breast like it was lifeless clay, dragging it into a distorted shape. The sensation was so degrading, yet so sharp, that Aia's body betrayed her with a shudder of unwanted arousal.
"You... bastard!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
Jerry noticed his replenished mana was already being bled away by the Spring's purification. He couldn't afford a stalemate. He looked at Aia's twisted, agonized expression and sneered. He let go of her breast, giving the bruised mound a final, mocking slap before retreating.
He splashed away, turning his back on her to sprint toward the glowing embryos deeper in the tunnel. He needed more "fuel."
"Stay here!" Aia screamed, trying to give chase.
But as she struggled to move, she realized with horror that her situation was worse than she thought. Jerry's shove had jammed her upper body into the narrow crevice of the tree hollow. Her massive breasts and flared hips were wedged tight between the gnarled roots.
"Damn it!" Aia heaved forward, but the harder she pushed, the deeper the roots bit into her soft flesh. Her breasts were crushed against the upper root, and her hips were locked in a position that forced her to stay bent over, her lush buttocks thrust high into the air.
She writhed, her long legs splashing helplessly in the golden liquid. She was trapped in a cage seemingly tailor-made for her body. She could only watch Jerry's silhouette disappear, hearing the rhythmic CRACK... CRACK... of her soul-kin being shattered.
Jerry ran through the labyrinth of roots, his mana shield thinning and thickening as he harvested embryos. A sickly, dark thrill surged through him as he strengthened himself through the plunder of life essence.
After running for a long time and crushing over a hundred embryos, he rounded a corner and stopped dead.
Dead end.
A wall of massive roots blocked the path. In the center, a familiar and absurd sight greeted him: a pair of rounded, voluptuous buttocks were wriggling desperately from a hole in the wall. Aia had been stuck, and Jerry had run in a giant circle, returning to his starting point.
Panic flickered in his chest. He tried to tear a hole in space to escape, but his spatial magic was useless here. This was a closed world—a living digestive organ. If he didn't escape, he would eventually be absorbed by the Spring.
He looked at the struggling, trapped Empress. She was his only lead. Jerry stepped forward and, without a word, delivered a massive, stinging slap to her tensed, vibrating ass-cheeks.
SPANK!
"Ah!" Aia cried out. The impact sent a jolt through her, wedging her even tighter. A bright red welt bloomed on the snowy skin of her backside.
"Tell me how to get out," Jerry commanded, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair from through the hole, forcing her to look up on the other side.
"In your dreams! I'll die here and watch you dissolve into fertilizer!" she spat back.
"Is that so?" Jerry sneered. He delivered another heavy slap to the other cheek.
SPANK!
"Nnh..." Aia let out a whimpering moan. Jerry didn't stop. He rained down blows, his palms striking left and right with full force.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The sounds of flesh on flesh filled the hollow. Her once-perfect, jade-like rear was quickly beaten into a swollen, bright red mess, looking like a pair of overripe peaches.
"Will you talk?" Jerry traced a finger over the burning skin, making her shiver.
"Just... kill me..." she sobbed, her body trembling from pain and shame.
"Killing you is too easy," Jerry whispered darkly. "If you won't talk, I'll find my own 'exit' through you."
He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. His massive, engorged cock—a weapon far beyond his years—throbbed in the golden light. He stepped onto a raised root to adjust his height, pressing his hot, throbbing head between Aia's beaten red buttocks.
"Last chance. Where is the exit?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Grabbing her slim waist, he began to grind his cock up and down the tight crack of her ass. The golden nectar acted as the perfect lubricant, making every stroke smooth and every sensation agonizingly clear.
"Ah... nnh... stop..." Aia moaned as her body writhed. But her struggles only pressed her against him more firmly. The massive head of his cock teased the entrance of her tight, uninvaded puckered hole.
Jerry laughed and increased the pressure. Thud. Thud. Thud. Every thrust against her tailbone made her spirit wilt. Strangely, the Primal Spring was healing the stinging pain of the spanking, replacing it with a hyper-sensitive, terrifying awareness of the invader behind her.
"I... I don't know... no one leaves without the Empress's will... there is no exit..." she sobbed.
"Then I'll make one," Jerry growled. He reached his hand through the gap, grabbing a handful of her breast from the other side and squeezing it until she screamed.
He adjusted his stance, locking his hands onto her hips. He lined up the head of his monstrous cock with her virgin, tightly closed rear entrance.
"No... not there! Please!" Aia shrieked, realizing his intent. She bucked her hips wildly, but it was useless.
Jerry ignored her. He drove his hips forward with the full weight of his body.
PLOOCH!
"AAAAAAAAAGH!"
A soul-shattering scream erupted. Jerry's massive cock tore through her unused, tight folds, forcing its way inside. The pain was like a white-hot iron rod being driven through her center. She nearly blacked out.
Jerry shuddered as the suffocating tightness of her interior clamped down on him. He was only an inch inside, but the searing heat of her virgin channel nearly made him finish instantly.
"Pull... pull it out... please... I'm breaking..." she wailed.
"Begging now?" Jerry gasped, savoring the friction. He didn't pull out; he began the second phase of the invasion. Slow as a torture session, he pushed his incredible length, inch by agonizing inch, deeper into the Empress's body.
Aia's screams turned into broken whimpers. She could feel her internal walls being stretched to the breaking point, her organs displaced by the thick, invading rod. But the Spring kept healing her, ensuring she remained conscious to feel every bit of the violation.
Finally, with a final, forceful shove, Jerry buried himself to the hilt.
"If you let me out now, I might stop," Jerry whispered.
"I... I can't..."
"I've heard," Jerry's voice was a devil's murmur, "that elven fertility is low. Only one child every few centuries." He slowly pulled out almost to the tip, causing Aia to shiver at the sudden emptiness, her walls spasming to pull him back.
"But I think that's a lie," Jerry laughed, thrusting back in with a wet SQUELCH. "You aren't infertile. You just choose not to. You let the Spring do the work." He ground his hips against her. "Since you have the equipment, it's a waste not to use it."
Jerry's thrusts became more rhythmic. "Since you won't help me out, I'll help your race... by improving your fertility, Your Majesty."
He pulled out nearly all the way, the thick head of his cock dragging against her inner ring with a wet, sucking sound, before slamming back in. CLAP!
"Ah! Nnh!" Aia's body arched forward in a broken sob.
He pulled out completely, his cock glistening with her internal fluids and golden nectar. He looked at her other, more sacred entrance—the valley of life and birth.
Jerry realized his footing had shifted. The root he was standing on had been absorbed or moved. He was too short to reach the front entrance while standing. With an annoyed grunt, he abandoned the standing position and climbed onto her back.
From behind, it looked like a young wolf clinging to a doe. Jerry wrapped his arms around her waist and clamped his legs around her thighs, his entire body draped over her back and buttocks.
He wriggled like a snake, his chest rubbing her smooth back, while his massive cock ground aimlessly against her beaten red ass-cheeks.
"Majesty, stay still," he commanded. "Let me... aim."
He reached down, prying her butt-cheeks wide to reveal the wet, virgin slit of her pussy. He began to thrust his hips, the head of his cock bumping and sliding against the tight, delicate petals.
Thud... thud... squelch...
Aia felt like a tool being tested. The heavy, hot head of his cock smashed against her labia again and again, slipping because of the angle. This teasing torture was worse than the penetration.
Finally, he found the mark. He sank his weight down, the head of his cock pressing firmly against her softest entrance. "Found it."
Aia's last defense shattered. "I'll take you out!" she shrieked, her voice trembling with a plea he had never heard. "I know how... please... don't do it there!"
It was the first time she had ever said "please."
But it was too late. Jerry's grin was full of malice.
"Too late!"
SHLUCK!
It wasn't the sound of metal, but the wet, heavy sound of a physical barrier being brutally punctured. A scream of pure, biological agony erupted from the other side of the wall. Aia's body bucked like it had been hit by lightning.
Squelch... splash... squelch...
In that moment, a thin stream of brilliant, pale-gold liquid leaked from where they were joined, mixing with the golden Spring. It was the virgin blood of the Elven Empress—the purest essence of life.