"Hmm~... Hmm~... Yup, I am hot as fuck!"
Staring at my reflection in a clear lake, I couldn't help but admire the masterpiece that was me.
My perfect figure, my flawless skin, my piercing crimson eyes, my long silver hair that flowed like a river of moonlight, and my big, bouncy, soft, round tits—and of course, my magnificent cock. I missed it.
I was a walking, talking, breathing work of art.
A goddess.
"Hehe~" A wicked grin formed on my face as I struck a pose, my hands on my hips. "Now, let's find some elves to 'appreciate' this work of art."
I was currently inside Leaf's old mushroom house. I used the waypoint that I set here a long time ago to teleport.
Using the Mask of Silence, I'd concealed my divine aura, and with my transformation skill, I'd dialed down my form to something more... mortal.
Now, I looked like a regular silver-haired, crimson-eyed girl with a rather large chest and a surprising bulge down below. Could've shrunk the dick a bit, sure, but where's the fun in that? Besides, I'd need it for the mission.
My plan was simple. Enter the elven kingdom. Flash my big dick. Become their new queen—or at least make them think I'm some divine savior. Get the Old World Tree essence. Make a lot of babies. And get out. Easy.
"Hmm?" I tilted my head, rethinking it. "I don't actually want to become their queen. Got enough on my plate already."
Alright, my real REAl! Plan: Enter the elven kingdom. Flash my big dick. Get the Old World Tree essence. Make a lot of babies. Then leave.
"..."
Fuck... It's the same plan.
Anyway, let's find the elven kingdom first, and then we can worry about the details later.
I adjusted my gear, making sure my 'assets' were on full display under the tight leather outfit I'd picked for the occasion. The fabric hugged every curve, leaving very little to the imagination. Perfect for making an impression. With a final smirk at my reflection, I spread my wings—just a little, gotta save energy—and took off toward the direction Leaf had marked on the map as the elven border.
...
As far as the eye could see, the Great Plains stretched out like a sea of gold.
The Great Plains didn't feel great to me.
They felt exposed.
Golden grass rolled endlessly under the sky, bending like waves under a steady wind. No trees. No cover. Just open land and a horizon that refused to come closer, no matter how long I flew.
It was... peaceful.
Too peaceful.
It made me want to kill something.
Or fuck something.
Either way, I needed to do something to relieve this boredom.
"Sigh... I should've brought a toy with me. Or two. Or ten," I grumbled, scanning the horizon. "Where are all the monsters? The bandits? The poor, lost souls in need of a divine pounding?"
Nothing.
Just grass.
And wind.
And the occasional bird that was smart enough to fly away from me.
This was... torture. For me, anyway. And I have to endure it for like a week or two, depending on how fast I can find this 'elven kingdom.'
"Maybe I should teleport back to my temple in the night and relieve myself?" I mumbled to myself. "Nah... Vicky will be waiting for me... and she'll probably try to 'convince' me to stop being a slut."
I chuckled at the thought. Vicky was trying to convince me of anything. She was more likely to build a giant, sentient chastity belt and lock me in it.
And I'd probably enjoy it.
...
After 20 hours of flying, I decided to take a small break. My demonic wings were getting tired.
I landed near a shallow ravine where the grass dipped low and a thin stream cut through the earth like a silver scar. Not much cover, but better than standing out in the open like a shiny, horny target.
I folded my wings with a groan, rolling my shoulders as I stretched my arms high above my head. My joints popped with a satisfying series of cracks.
"Ahhh… yeah, that's the stuff," I muttered. "Note to self: demonic wings are great for intimidation, terrible for long-distance travel."
"And this 'mortal' body... I forgot how much of a drag it is to have limits. My tits feel heavier, my back hurts, and my 'holy spear' is practically crying for attention."
[Your stamina is at forty-two percent, Morgana,] Herma's voice rang in my mind, as dry and clinical as ever. [In this suppressed state, your recovery rate is significantly lowered. I recommend a minimum of four hours of rest if you wish to maintain the facade of a traveling mercenary.]
"Four hours? I could breed a small village in four hours," I muttered, looking around.
The plains were still empty. Just a vast, golden nothingness under a sky that was starting to bleed into shades of violet and orange. It was beautiful, sure, but beauty didn't give me a hard-on. Conflict did. Chaos did.
"Hey, Herma," I said, sitting down on a flat rock and leaning back on my elbows, letting my 'assets' spill out of the tight neckline of my tunic. "Are you sure we're heading the right way? I haven't seen a single living being in a day. Just grass. So. Much. Fucking. Grass."
I gestured vaguely at the endless expanse.
"If I have to look at another blade of grass, I'm gonna start setting them on fire for fun."
[The directional marker provided by Leaf and the centaur chieftain is consistent,] Herma replied. [We are on the optimal path. However, your impatience is noted.]
"Noted and ignored," I shot back, closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of the wind on my face.
That lasted for about two minutes.
"UGHAAA!" I growled, the itch inside me boiling over. Swiftly, I kicked off the last bits of gear clinging to me, dumping them into my inventory, leaving my body fully exposed to the open air.
"Hahaha~... fuck it. If there's no one around to play with, I'll just take care of myself."
I plopped down on the flat rock by the stream, spreading my legs wide and letting my cock spring up, already half-hard from the sheer boredom and pent-up energy coursing through me. The cool stone felt nice against my ass, and the gentle breeze made my nipples pebble into hard little nubs.
"Damn, look at you," I muttered to my reflection in the water, gripping the base of my shaft with one hand. It throbbed under my touch, thick and eager. "Missed me, didn't ya? Don't worry, I'll give you some love."
"Herma, you watching?" I purred, my voice a low, throaty murmur. "Take notes. This is how a goddess handles frustration."
[...]
I started slowly, dragging my hand up the length, feeling every ridge and vein as I teased myself. My other hand roamed up to my chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make me hiss.
"Ahh~ fuck, that's good. Been too damn long since I've had a moment to myself."
My strokes picked up pace, my grip tightening as I let my head fall back, eyes half-lidded against the twilight sky. The wind kept teasing me, like a ghost of a touch, and it only made me hungrier.
"I wonder..." I gasped, twisting my left nipple, my right hand now flying up and down my slick shaft. "I wonder if the Elven Matriarch will scream like this when I finally get my hands on her? Will she crumble under the weight of my cum, or will she beg for more?"
The image of a dignified, ancient elf queen being broken by my 'holy spear' sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through me. My pace quickened. I wasn't just pleasing myself anymore; I was conquering an imaginary kingdom, one stroke at a time.
"Oh, yeah, I can see it now," I panted, hips bucking up into my fist. "That stuck-up bitch on her knees, those pretty elven lips wrapped around me, choking on it while her council watches. Bet they'd all line up for a turn after that."
"Hehehe~..." I giggled at my fantasy, a lewd, unhinged sound in the quiet of the plains.
My other hand slid down, fingers brushing past my balls to tease at the little wet entrance behind them.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that. Gotta prep myself too—don't wanna rip these elves in half... well, not right away." I panted, my voice hitching as I slid one finger inside my pussy. "Mmmph~ They're so delicate, aren't they? Like pretty flowers begging to be crushed. I'll be gentle... at first."
My imagination ran wild with images of elven bodies writhing under me, their pointed ears flushing with shame and pleasure.
"Shit, I'm close already," I hissed through gritted teeth, my cock leaking pre-cum over my knuckles. "Gonna paint this damn stream with my load. Call it a gift for the land spirits or whatever."
My hips jerked harder, my finger pumping in and out of my hole in rhythm with my strokes on my dick.
"Come on, come on... let me see how fucking far I can shoot out here."
"Ahh~... shit!" I snarled as the orgasm hit, hot and blinding. Thick ropes of cum shot out, arcing through the air and splattering into the stream with loud little plops. My body shuddered with every pulse, my hand milking every last drop as I kept thrusting into my fist, riding the high. My finger inside clenched tight, dragging out the pleasure until I was a trembling mess on the rock.
"Hah... damn, that was good. Bet that stream's got some divine essence in it now. Morgana's special brew... I hope the fish likes it."