Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

The Queen of Monsters lived up to her name, born with divine-grade walls that wrapped, pressed and clenched on Mithras' shaft so well that they sucked his milk out nonstop. What an irresistible sensation!

Mithras wasn't one to rank cunnies, but he had to admit that Elektra's cunt was no doubt the finest he had the chance to plow so far, her body combining the lewd characteristics of several alluring species to produce the perfect milk-drainer.

The youth's hands tightened on the queen's waist, helping her meet his thrusts as he drove and rotated his cock in her delicious hole, his shaft spinning like a windmill as it mapped the queen's insides and attacked spots that brought her to cloud nine in each breath.

Before she knew it, Elektra's tongue was sticking out, hanging loose as her sweet butt clapped on Mithras' crotch, the echo of their lewd session spreading into the distance. Here, Mithras raised the queen's leg, fixing on a new angle before resuming his pounding work.

For those who've experienced the peaks of pleasure and euphoria, they could sometimes enter a state so powerful, fulfilling and consuming that they'd start wondering if it was real. If such sensations could truly exist in real life. But while others achieved this through drugs and various extreme methods.

Elektra discovered this with Mithras' cock alone, inwardly thanking, cursing and praising the Lord for putting that angelic devil on her path.

It couldn't end! She didn't want it to end!! She wanted more and more, that his cock stuffed and creamed her 24/7!!!

Aroused to the limit, Elektra looked over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust, tenderness, yearning and confusion. The dragon youth leaned in, smooching her lips while teasing her tits and railing her from behind. The shift of pace was most welcome—making the queen break into her umpteenth orgasm.

And feeling Elektra's walls contract as her love juice discharged in copious amounts, Mithras didn't hold back--letting lose more jets of cockmilk in the queen's cunt.

"Mhmmm…ohhhhh!" Her rosy cheeks flushed even more, and she moaned in her lover's arms, surrendering completely.

The session went on, hours succeeding one another as the two fucked and rolled in the grass. Elektra now stood on top of Mithras, her hips swaying back and forth as she got the hang of the cock-riding art—milking more juice for her cunt. And so, before they knew it, the two had crossed the 12-hour mark, adding another Priapic Dragon Bone reward to Mithras' inventory.

Yet still they went on, possessed by passion and an eruption of lewd desires.

Meanwhile, in the queen mother's palace, Cassandra faced Vel'Asha, the two sitting by a mahogany table.

"Brave. Cassandra, you were always brave and bold. But it seems the time spent with Mithras has brought those traits to harmful extremes. Do you really think you can get away with this?" Vel'Asha asked in a rhetorical tone, and with a finger snap, summoned four subordinates with Sid levels so high that Cassandra couldn't assess their full strength. Two flanked her left and right.

The others stood behind Vel'Asha, but all four stared at Cassandra, nailing the matriarch with murderous glowers.

"I can't, but Mithras can, and this is all about him." Cassandra didn't care. Unmoved and unbothered by Vel's power play.

"And I'm looking forward to hearing how exactly you're going to convince me to leave over 60% of a nation under the absolute authority of an 18-year-old youth." Though Vel spoke with her usual calm and poise, her feline eyes told a different story, ready to erupt at the first wrong sentence.

The intricacies of leadership and management at the national level are not what the average person can grasp. Fenkil-Odoacer focused on building Mithras' personality. Cassandra on his skills and abilities. No one taught him how to lead and rule. So how could he possibly be in charge of tens of millions overnight? At 18?

Was that not the recipe for a disaster?

Especially now with Odoacer in the south, making his way north to rebuild his empire with an army of Gorefiend warriors enhanced through the same Blood-Smelting Art that once built the foundation of the world's greatest empire.

"Truth be told, you're overthinking things. If we can say that half the problems in this world have an answer with a price tag, Mithras just wants to be prepared to solve all the problems that money can solve.

He isn't chasing power and influence over the masses. It's a nice bonus, but he can live without. His real goal is money—lots, lots of it. And owning a large territory is no doubt one of the easiest ways to farm millions. So as long as you let us exploit the economic potential of these lands without hindrance, your laws are still in effect, your rule untouched, and the nation at peace.

Is that such a bad deal?

You also have me to manage the territories for him. Mithras might not be built for the job, but do you really doubt my ability to administrate a few duchies?" Cassandra made a reasonable case, forcing the ruler of the Yaksha to reevaluate the situation.

Indeed, leaving those territories in Cassandra's expert hands didn't pose any administrative issue. Vel had also inwardly resolved to help Mithras inherit the Blood-Smelting throne eventually, so she wasn't fundamentally opposed to seeing him amass more power, wealth and influence.

"Also, now that Springtime City is part of Mithras' territory, getting it back becomes a matter of personal interest. Don't you think he will try harder knowing that he is fighting to recover his wealthiest city?

And we both know that our ability to regain Springtime City without a bloodbath will depend on how Mithras woos Akamana.

Not enough? Mithras wanted me to let you know that he is well aware of your little predicament. Your position is not as strong and secure as you're letting out on the surface. Yes, you have the strongest army. Yes, you can summon the greatest subordinates. But Queen Mother...how freely can you really move?

The answer is 'very little.' For your very presence here, each breath that you and your subordinates take, are insults to the Weaver. And so Mithras doesn't doubt...that you're dealing with a lot more than you let out. And could use some help. How about we help one another?" Cassandra asked with a sly grin, instantly making Vel's face twist into a frown.