“What the fuhh…”

Under the grip of Derek’s hands, the armrests of the throne he was sitting upon was smashed to rubble, as Celin’Drasi was gagging on his length, Derek was unable to speak, or move, really, as he simply laid limp on the throne, due to the intense efforts of the beautiful elven woman.

Then, after a few unadulterated minutes of utter bliss, Derek had reached his limits, as he inundated her throat with spunk, simply releasing torrent after torrent directly past any obstructions she may have had.

Then, as Derek could hardly read the slightly rude, but still true words, he felt a surge, as his already sizable member grew once more, significantly elongating, making its way further and further into the elven beauty’s throat, nearly reaching her stomach.

And, as her gagging immediately intensified, but she was unable to remove herself from his member, the sheer size of it restricting her near frenzied attempts to extricate herself, before she stopped, tried to breath through her nose, as her arms laid at her sides limply, receding control to the newly roused Derek.

And as Derek saw the absurd bulge in the elven throat, his already strained retention was broken instantly, as a suddenly far larger inundation filled the elf's stomach, absurdly so.

Then, the newly drained Derek once again collapsed upon the throne, but his member was still rock hard, as Celin’Drasi was continually asphyxiated by him, but he couldn’t, and honestly, wouldn’t make her stop…

…

After nearly an hour, Derek’s member had finally began to soften, as she then extricated herself from it instantly, coughing up spurt after spurt of spunk, as she fell to the ground, dry heaving from the liquid still in her stomach, shaking wildly with her every motion, as she stared at Derek’s **** form, snoring absurdly loud, as she simply froze him in place, utterly stopping his time, and the noise.

Then, she rose from her spot on the ground, standing on wobbly feet, as she stared at Derek’s frozen form, “Is this really really the next hero? Seems a tad… Light?” She was vaguely impressed, somewhat, though her gaze was stuck on the still monstrous member between his legs, nearly ten inches while soft, hanging limp between his legs.

After nearly ten minutes of staring straight at his massive member before her, she looked away, as she snapped her fingers, apparating her swollen form to its normal state, as she stared back at the throne which he was sat upon.

Then, with a single finger’s motion, they disappeared from the white void, as they suddenly stood in the chambers of the Elven Tribunal, as she shouted out, “Derek Greaten Dragonsbane shall be under my protection, from now till the day he is wed into the Evergreen AND Aetherscreech families…” And, with that single sentence, Celin’Drasi brought the present princess and her guest away, absconding from the chambers in an instant.

…

Derek, Celin’Drasi, Lyrielle, Eleera, and Lena were suddenly in another, completely different chamber, though it was similar in appearance, as the odd group were simply in awe of the elven leader before them, nearly a demi-goddess as she was.

Then, Celin disappeared from sight once more, before a sudden shift in the massive door before them, as it opened to them, the familiar form of Celin walking beside another elven figure, similar in appearance to Lyrielle, as she stepped forward, coming closer to Derek’s form.

Then, as she looked upon her daughter, Lyrana Verdantleaf Evergreen stood before them, before speaking, “Well, sir hero… I’ve been informed of your possible interest in my daughter.” As she said this, the mother led her daughter and Derek through the massive door, as they walked past dozens of elven women scattered throughout the absurdly large chamber, as the Black Panther Tabaxi duo were suddenly led away by a random maid.

All the while, Celin’Drasi was following behind Derek shortly after, having her sight wildly stuck on his backside.