Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 427 Monarch

WARNING:

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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Once the war finally began, the negative impact that occurred afterward would be immediately felt as it spread through various aspects of life. Starting from the casualties of both parties, the destruction of order following the disorder due to war, the prolonged trauma to children who were exposed to such tragedies, and the occurrence of diseases that would arise from the event.

In any part of the world where a kingdom has become a battlefield, innocent civilians would surely suffer the consequences the most, albeit the fact they were not responsible for the war itself.

When destruction blazed before their eyes, destroying their everyday life, the helpless people could only be trapped in horror, questioning the important role of their leaders, their king, in dealing with this problem.

Tristan has become their king as well as their monarch, and thus, the burden of ensuring the safety of the people and the kingdom automatically fell on his shoulders. Whatever the outcome of the war would be, his name could not be separated from it.

However, on the other hand, he still has a family to protect. As an older brother, there was no way he could ignore the fact that his sister was in danger. No matter the situation, in his eyes the safety and life of his younger sibling was his top priority.

It was supposedly an easy choice for Tristan, but right now, the kingdom he has built and the people around him all hope for him to make the 'right' decision. One that involved the good of the people.

As he walked through the streets of Carleon, he saw a young girl weeping for a boy a few years her senior. "Brother... Why hasn't Father returned? Where is he?"

Upon hearing the innocent question, Tristan felt something that he rarely feels anymore. He was once again faced with an atmosphere of melancholy, a scene that reminded of his human childhood and it somehow troubled him.

The blood elf could no longer hold back his inner turmoil;. He decided to walk away and return to his palace, making his way towards his room with a limp as his mind weighed on what he had just seen.

Right as he arrived in front of the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He was stunned to see the presence of three women, all beautiful and possessing their own unique charms, standing in front of the doorway to his room. They greeted him with gentle and warm smiles.

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First were the goddess of unrivaled beauty and his first wife, Serene. She led him to the seat, sat on the blood elf's lap, and spoke with a soft, melodious voice, "We understand that you are worried about your sister, but my king, you cannot act on impulse. Both your sister and your people are equally important, and they both need your wisdom."

Tristan gazed into the eyes of the Vanyar princess before he let out a long sigh. "I guess being a monarch is not as easy as I thought."

What came next was that Herrera, the purple-haired witch. She wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders and affectionately hugged his muscular body from behind as she softly whispered in his ears.

"My Lord, there is nothing you need to worry about." Her delicate voice tickled his ears. "We, all your people, believe that you will make the best choice for us," she whispered, while rubbing his cheek lovingly.

Tristan was silent for a moment, doubt still carved on his face. "I honestly don't know what kind of monarch I will become."

In front of him stood the silver-haired dark elf, and with her usual sharp gaze, she approached him; her mesmerizing lips were so close that he could feel the heat her face radiated when she said,

"You've come so far to unite all of us. Now that we all have gathered under your leadership, now that you are our king, you can choose to become any kind of monarch that you want, and we will follow you." Illiana replied, then gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

Tristan could feel the negative emotions he was feeling quickly evaporating with the multiple embraces he received from the three beauties, basking in every sweet taste resulting from their shared passionate arousal.

All the teasing nimble and soft fingers, coupled with the alluring smell they each exuded, quickly stoked the flames of his passion. He could feel his body rapidly growing hot, as he enjoyed the spectacle it was receiving.

It was Illiana who first took off her dress and let Tristan caress her two curvy peaks. His hands were immersed in the incredible sensation they gave off.

"Stop thinking about tomorrow, and let's treasure our moments together."

Those words were swiftly followed by an aggressive move by the purple-haired woman toward his manhood, which had already clearly poked at his pants.

Tristan's mind was clouded with desire as he eagerly reciprocated Illiana's advances, losing himself in the moment. The intensity of their passion only grew as they explored each other's bodies, consumed by their mutual lust.

Tristan looked upon all three goddesses before him and said, "Serve your monarch."

First, he carried and threw Illiana onto the bed; however, he did not join her just yet. Instead, he turned and faced the golden-haired beauty, stripped off her silver gown, and began to caress her body.

At the same time, Hererra was already down on her knees and playing with the King's shaft, preparing it for the coming battle against the three beauties.

Serene was no longer shy like she used to be; she stepped in and started to kiss his neck as she felt the hand exploring her luscious body, letting her lips and teeth play on his skin and leave possessive marks. The intoxicating kiss continued to spread until she reached his tempting broad chest; she didn't forget to play with her tongue, letting Tristan release his moans.

Impatient, Illiana forcefully called upon him, "Don't you dare let me wait."

Tristan's eyes were further shrouded in a mist of lust seeing the dark elf beauty move into position, ready for the Monarch to move into her, giving her a jolt of pleasure and sinking into pure joy.

All three lie down into Tristan's mercy as he ravages them one after another.

The three beauties successfully took Tristan's worries away, and after hours of pure pleasure, the next morning Tristan was ready to lead his army into war.