3~12

The morning arrived with a crisp, cool air, the sun filtering through the leaves of the surrounding forest. The courtyard bustled with activity as Durante prepared for his mission. He moved with a decisive efficiency, issuing orders to a handpicked group of elves – Diakonos, for his analytical mind; Kaspian, for his unwavering strength; and Orion, for his tracking skills. They gathered supplies: rations, healing potions, and maps of the surrounding territories. The air thrummed with a quiet energy, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Julian stood observing from the balcony of the main hall, his expression unreadable. He watched as Durante and his team mounted their steeds, ready to depart. Even as they rode off, Julian felt apprehensive sending the newly born elves into the world on their own...

Charles, ever the picture of composed efficiency, glided silently to the balcony beside Julian, his gaze following the line of figures stretching beyond the estate gates.

“Those, my lord, appear to be representatives from the Mondbaie Dukedom.”

He replied, his voice a low murmur.

“They bear the ducal crest and are requesting an audience. It seems Duchess Zefeni’s administration is eager to reaffirm its allegiance… and likely discuss the recent… changes.”

He paused, carefully choosing his words.

“There are also a few… curious onlookers, my lord. Locals drawn by the rumors of your return and the… increased activity.”

Charles’ tone was neutral, but a subtle tightening of his lips hinted at his disapproval of the attention.

"They do realize that the Duchess was slain yes? That too by her own mother succubus Queen Lilith?"

Charles’ expression remained carefully controlled, but a flicker of surprise crossed his features.

“Indeed, my lord. The official announcement was made three days ago, attributing the Duchess’s passing to a… sudden illness. However, whispers have begun to circulate regarding the true nature of her demise. The Mondbaie officials seem… determined to maintain the facade, perhaps hoping to avoid further unrest.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled delegation.

“They appear to be unaware of the full extent of the truth, my lord. They do not know of Queen Lilith’s involvement, or… your role in the events.”

A subtle emphasis on 'your role'. He added quietly.

“It would be… unwise to reveal the full truth at this juncture, my lord.”

Julian’s jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as he surveyed the approaching delegation from the Mondbaie Dukedom. The sun glinted off their polished armor and the ornate crests emblazoned on their banners, a stark contrast to the somber mood that hung over the estate. He could practically feel the weight of their expectations, their veiled attempts to gauge his intentions.

"My lord."

A familiar voice from the underworld called out. Consumed in black flames, Jinx appeared, stepping out next to Charles and behind Julian - offering a curt bow in his wake.

"General Isolde is offering refuge toward those near the sea port as we speak. I have come to report and ask, if you've seen any... attacks as of late?"

Jinx asked in a soft tone, doubting her earlier assessment in believing a war had started. If the angel's were on the offense, the overworld would be destroyed by now. As of now, it had been only low tier demons from the southern realms.

Julian’s gaze flickered to Jinx, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. The demon’s arrival, wreathed in black flames, was a stark contrast to the polished formality of the approaching delegation. He appreciated the directness, the lack of pretense. He offered a subtle nod in acknowledgement of Jinx’s bow.

"In the few days I've been back as Duke of the Mondbaie Duchy... I must say that there have been dozens of accounts on the sighted angels. It seemed a male was scouting around the capital but he made no move to attack. Word on the street is that his companion has taken both of my aunts hostage. I have my elven squadron readying for an attack once we pinpoint a location to my both aunts' whereabouts."

Julian pursed his lips into a thin line.

"I also have an audience with the current queen of the Órns Kingdom. Unfortunately it seems the king has passed and that too without giving the queen an heir to pass her matriarchal bloodline onto."

"It was the same for our intel. The male angel sighted caused no harm, while the female companion laid waste to wherever she went."

Jinx let out a soft sigh, narrowing her darkened brow toward the distance as the envoy approached. Her arms folded over her flat chest, watching as the crested flags hung high in the air.

"I doubt we'll find them in this area. The celestial plains above us are silent. Lilith made an attempt to reach the god surveying over Órns, Vulcan, to see if he's willing to break the peace we've made hundreds of years ago. No response from him though, nor could she detect his presence."

Julian’s expression darkened, his gaze sweeping over the approaching delegation with renewed scrutiny. The pieces were beginning to fall into place, forming a disturbing picture of calculated aggression and ruthless intent. The male angel as a distraction, the female angel as the wrecker… it was a chillingly efficient strategy. He turned to Charles, his voice a low command.

“Prepare the receiving chambers. Ensure the guards are discreet but vigilant. I want to know everything they say, every nuance of their expressions.”

"Jinx. Meet with the envoys on my and Queen Lilith's behalf, I am off to greet the Queen of Órns."

Julian got dressed in his dress attire before saddling up a horse and taking off to the capital. The Mondbaie Estate was located right outside of the capital, so his ride didn't take more than an hour to reach the semi crumbling castle. Magic users and soldiers of both human and demi human races alike were working tirelessly in the rebuild efforts as well as passing out rations for the injured and sickly.

"I am here to see the queen. She is expecting me. I am Duke Julian Wolflace."

The guards at the front gates nodded, manually pushing the metal frames back, screeching against the brick road. The path was then straightforward enough. Multiple crater impacts were scattered across the interior of the walled off castle. It destroyed much of the road and natural reserves in the area. He passed by a wagon filled with corpses of fallen guards from the initial strike. If one angel could do this one much damage at once...

"Duke Jilian Wolflace. Queen Qia is waiting for you in the lounge. I'll guide you there, but please gift her a moment of silence."

A butler bowed to Julian upon his arrival. The castle itself had seen better days, with a great portion of it laying in ruin. Some areas inaccessible due to the damages being too severe.

Julian did not have the patience to offer any grievous silence for anyone at the moment. He was hurting in other ways himself.

"Queen Qia. I am here as requested."

He interrupted her stoically.

Queen Qia, a lamia woman of pure beauty with red flowing hair and carnelian orange eyes. She narrowed her gaze down to the bundle of flowers near a stained photo of her king and herself. She pursed her lips followed by a soft sigh from the Duke's hasty approach. She rose her hand toward the guards before they attempted to get in the way.

"Dismiss yourselves, allow us to be alone."

She ordered her servants and guards, keeping her gaze focused on the flowers. Qia's large red tail began to unravel on the wooden floors, relaxing slightly once they all left. Thus leaving her and the Duke alone.

Julian stared at her fearlessly, striding forward to get closer to her.

"Cut the crap Queenie. We both know you were in a loveless marriage with the king."

Julian muttered perceptively.

"Of course someone experienced in a loveless marriage could see right through it."

Qia brushed her hair back over her own shoulders, slithering herself around to face Julian. Her orange eyes now met his.

"My grief lays over my kingdom. My elite squadron fell and my strongest Duke and Dutchess disappear weeks before the attack. Tell me, did Zefeni really die from an illness?"

As Dutchess whom protected the lands around Órns for a questionable amount of time, it all seemed too suspicious to the dear queen.

"The succubus Queen Lilith sent her back to the underworld I believe. She then took me as her husband and ordered I take over the Mondbaie Duchy in her disgraced daughter's stead."

Julian responded bluntly.

"I speak to you on equal footing Queen Qia - as I am King consort to Queen Lilith."

Qia didn't expect the man to be so straightforward.

"I can only assume the rumors of the Underworld and Overworld's stark time differences are true then."

Taking the news surprisingly well, it was the only viable reason for his disappearance. Though, she doesn't know much of Queen Lilith, his bluntness came with reassurance. Besides, lying about something this big would be foolish for anyone, even for a Duke or King consort.

Her gaze shifted away, straying next to him until reaching a shattered window panel. She stared off at the towers of smoke that bloomed across the entirety of the Kingdom.

"Then you should know. Most of our forces have been dealing with demon attacks for the last couple weeks, before those angels appeared. They wouldn't be her doing, would they now, King?"

"According to the Queen's scouts, those demons are distinctly from Southern Underworld territory. They lay just out of her jurisdiction less there be an all out war in the underworld again."

Julian murmured, following the subtle twitch and flick of the tip of her tail. Impulsively, he reached a hand out and closed it around the soft scaled limb curiously.

"You truly are partially a snake?"

His inner earthen boy was screaming inwardly. A hot lamia babe was a rare find even in manga.

A slight flush crept on her face, her tail whipping out of his grasp before turning. An unsettling gaze marked her face in response, shifting her tail closer to herself.

"King consort, focus..."

Queen Qia grumbled softly. Her hand coiled around her chin, mildly covering her own mouth while letting out a soft cough. A noticeable scent came out from the lamia from the sudden shift.

"It's no coincidence that the demons backed off when the angels appeared then."

As if it was some coordinated attack, a test of their strengths and weaknesses.

'Secure her my beloved. Make her submit her kingdom to us by any means necessary.'

Lilith's voice purred in Julian's mind. A glaze of pink infiltrated his usually green eyes and he immediately closed the distance further, pinning the queen between his hard chest and the semi crumbling wall.

"I think I'll help you relax first Queen Qia."

Julian murmured directly, placing a hand on her scaled hip and giving it a squeeze.

"K-King consort!"

Qia grew more flustered, her hands coiled against his shoulders, attempting to shove him away, but his involuntary actions were igniting a well heated scent from the lamia.

"I didn't summon you here for such manners!"

She tail coiled around his waist, pulling the horny dog off of her lushful frame. Her nipples hardened, pushing at the silk fabric of her wear.

"I have my orders."

Julian grabbed a handful of her tail and applied immense pressure to the muscle lining, immediately causing the muscles to spasm and bind painfully so he could step out of her powerful coil. He then unzipped his trousers, letting his manly scent hit her senses full **** as he began to play with himself in front of her to get hard. Based off of a few books he'd read in the underworld. Nearly all heat prone creatures were helpless to resist the scent of a strong partner's arousal.

"Be a good girl and show me your cunt."

Qia grit her teeth, the nerve of this boy. Her tail tried shifting painfully under his grasp, only falling short with each pull. She could feel her pussy gushing as her heat was exuding. Her face grew redder and redder as her eyes locked onto him jacking himself off.

"Someone... really needs to... put you in your place..."

Her words came out in a mix of hot breaths. Her hands instinctively began reaching for her own clothes, attempting to resist temptation in the process, the urges were becoming, too great for the queen to handle.

Julian watched the queens resolve crumble and with it her clothing as well. The silk bra top and skirt fell to the ground and exposed two heavy pillows of flesh, topped off by two very hard and rosy, succulent nipples. Julian stepped forward with a sly grin.

"Good. Now show me where."

He could already tell where her slit was from the lesser amount of scales transcending into flesh, but he wanted her to show him personally.

Only when she parted the drenched folds for him herself, did Julian press his fat bulbous tip against her opening, rubbing the moisture around teasingly before slowly pushing into her cold depths.

Qia's breath hitched as she felt the intrusion, her body shuddering with a mix of pleasure and the struggle against her own instincts. Her hand trembled as she reached down, parting the folds of her womanhood to expose her wet entrance to Julian. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with Julian's own as he began to penetrate her.

"You're so cold and wet... and incredibly tight-"

Julian's eyes widened as his tip reached a barrier - no, a hymen? Even the king had never been given this opportunity to deflower the queen it seemed. His cock twitched in excitement as he shifted his hips forward to take her virginity whilst also grabbing handfuls of her amazing breasts.

Queen Qia let out a sharp gasp as Julian's cock hit the barrier. Her eyes widened in surprise, the pain and pleasure mixing into an overwhelming sensation. Her tail instinctively tightened around Julian's waist, pulling him closer as she felt the inevitable break of her maidenhood.

He paused for a few moments before beginning to piston his hips, pumping into her steadily and watching with fascination as her flat abdomen occasionally bulged in the outline of his girthy cock.

Julian's pause gave Queen Qia a moment to adjust to the intrusion, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. As he began to move, her body responded in kind, the rhythmic thrusting causing her to moan despite herself. Her tail, still coiled around him, kept him locked in place as he pumped into her, the scales glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Julian's hands moved from her breasts to her hips, gripping them tightly as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mixing with Qia's moans and the faint crackling of the fires outside. Julian's eyes were locked onto the sight of his cock disappearing into her again and again, her body yielding to his forceful penetration.

Julian's breathing grew ragged as he felt the familiar tightening in his loins. His thrusts became erratic, each one driving deep into Queen Qia's welcoming heat. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, a clear sign that she was nearing her peak as well.

Julian was startled as the queen grabbed his face and leaned down to plant her lips against his needily, her long serpent tongue invading his mouth and slithering down his throat. The erotic kiss was enough to have him groan and erupt deep inside of her fertile depths.

Queen Qia's kiss was fierce and demanding, her tongue exploring Julian's mouth with a **** hunger. As she felt the hot flood of his seed filling her, her body shuddered in release. Her climax rippled through her, a wave of pleasure that left her gasping and trembling in Julian's arms.

Julian collapsed onto Qia, his weight pressing her back against the crumbling wall. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath and savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked down at the queen, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Qia lay still for a long moment, her body slick with sweat and the remnants of their encounter. Her scales shimmered in the dim light, and her breathing gradually slowed from ragged gasps to soft, even breaths. She slowly disentangled her tail from Julian's waist, a subtle shift in her posture indicating a return to her regal composure.

"I'll be yours, King."

Qia purred into his ear, her tail slowing its coil around his legs. Her arms tangled themselves over his broad shoulders, encasing his body in her loving grasp.

"I want you..."

She breathes out, followed by more kisses, each one more passionate than the last.

Julian responded with a low growl, his arms tightening around Qia's waist. He deepened their kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as he surrendered to the intoxicating pull of her desire. He could feel her fingertips gently digging into his back, a subtle sign of her possessiveness.

“And I want you, my Órnish Queen.”

He murmured against her lips, his voice husky with passion.

A knock came from the large wooden doors, Qia groaned into Julian's lips, holding him steady for her cum filled cunt to press up against her 'man' for another round. The knocks grew into heavy bangs, indicating something urgent, or at least it had better be.

Julian paused their passionate embrace, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He reluctantly pulled away from Qia, his green eyes narrowing as he listened to the increasingly insistent pounding on the door.

"What now?"

He muttered under his breath, already bracing himself for whatever disruption awaited on the other side. Qia, however, seemed unfazed, her hand already trailing down his length, seeking another round of pleasure.

As they persisted, Qia hissed under her breath as well.

"What do you want!"

She snapped at the door. A young guard opened it, a slight tremor visible as he did so. Finding his voice caught in his throat from what he had just dared witness, blood cloaked his armor, visible distress twisting his face.

"The angel's or rather an angel. A different one. It appeared in the city your Grace... for but a brief moment..."

Julian immediately rose to his feet, his expression hardening with a dangerous intensity. He glanced back at Qia, a silent command in his eyes before turning his attention to the trembling guard.

“Continue.”

He demanded, his voice laced with authority.

“What happened?”

He scanned the guard’s blood-soaked armor, his mind already racing with potential threats. The mention of another angel sent a chill down his spine - the aggressive woman was already proven to be a formidable foe, and another celestial being could spell even further disaster.

"She just... appeared out of thin air. A feline, mixed with angelic essence. She roamed across the refugee districts in the upper region. Her aura was completely concealed, the only weapon she had was a katana..."

Foolish on the part of man for not alerting those in higher power. One could see the mistake written on his face, locked in absolute horror and uncertainty.

"We've engaged her, but she... she sliced down everyone that came in her path with a single flash. After the bloodshed, she approached one of the cooks that volunteered to aid our people... knocking him out before vanishing into another portal..."

Julian’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into slits. A feline angel wielding a katana? That was a disturbing combination. He could practically taste the chaos this new celestial being was capable of.

“A portal, you say?”

He questioned, his voice dangerously low. He turned his gaze towards Qia, seeking her input, but knew she was likely still recovering from their encounter. He then refocused on the guard.

“Did anyone get a clear look at her face? Any markings? Anything that could help us identify her?”

He needed to understand what kind of angel they were dealing with, and fast.

"No markings to speak of..."

The soldier stated, his body becoming more developed in fear as a faint blood stain line could be seen on his uniform.

"She wore a kimono, native to the western regions customary wear... she was an angel with demi-human features..."

Befitting of the western nations belief, all of their angels, even goddess, are one of demi-human origin. Qia rose up slightly, arm folding over her bare breasts. Her finger twirled at the guard to at least look away from her royal body.

Julian absorbed the information, his mind piecing together the fragmented details. A kimono, demi-human features… it painted a picture of an angel unlike any he had encountered before. The western nations' beliefs about their celestial beings suddenly felt less like myth and more like a warning. He glanced at Qia, acknowledging her subtle gesture of dismissal towards the guard.

“Very well.”

He said, turning back to the soldier.

“You are dismissed. Inform General Isolde to gather a team of our best trackers and warriors. I want this angel found, and I want her contained.”

He paused, his gaze hardening.

“And see to it that the refugee districts are secured. No more bloodshed.”