The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Aveline's eyes widened as the hot, throbbing meat log trespassed her lips.

'THIS VERMIN!!!'

She mentally screamed, but her mouth was currently occupied like a parking spot on Black Friday. One moment, it was a tender kiss; the next, the hot pole was prying her mouth open wider than a kid's eyes at a candy store.

Inch by inch, it disappeared down her throat until his pubes were tickling her nose and he was completely inside her mouth.

Surprisingly, it wasn't as uncomfortable as she had feared; it felt like his entire length was perfectly molded to fit her throat without causing harm.

Kaisen was in a state of bliss, like he'd found the Holy Grail of deep-throating: no gagging or resistance, just smooth sailing.

He slowly retreated, but not all the way out, leaving just his mushroom head nestled in the warm, wet cave before plunging back in.

"Since you have kissed and accepted the agreement, there are certain changes I want to make around here, in this palace..." he said, his tone casual, as if discussing redecorating plans.

She looked up at him with a mix of defiance and anger, yet she never pulled her head back. It was as if she wanted to suck his cock but was too prideful to admit it.

Kaisen, being Kaisen, ignored her inner turmoil and smiled at her mockingly, enjoying the bizarre power dynamic of the moment.

"You look complete... like this is your true calling, not being a Light Bearer turned Queen of Night, but to be my woman..."

He emphasized 'my woman,' and somehow, that made Vhalla's pussy leak like a faulty faucet. She blushed, her face as red as a ripe tomato, with his dick still buried in her throat.

"For the first change, this whole palace and castle need a makeover. What's with the bland, sinister vibe? And the broken castle look? That's not our style!"

Kaisen declared, slowly pulling back and then pushing in again, his cock sliding smoothly into her mouth like a key fitting perfectly into a lock.

"What we need is a proper castle with luscious gardens and decor. This field is nice, but it could use a makeover. You know, a little sprucing up to match our new aesthetic..."

Aveline didn't respond, her eyes locked on his face as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She was like a fish out of water, unable to do anything but gape at him as he laid out his grand vision.

Kaisen continued his monologue about palace renovations, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the Queen of Night, a once formidable force, was now reduced to being his speechless audience—and a rather accommodating one at that.

"Second change is... the armor of your guardians. Nope, that needs to go. Since you said your enemies can't come here, I suggest they wear simple tunics... like, uh... what was that mythology about that horny dude...?"

Kaisen paused, scratching his head. He really liked that myth with the overly lustful guy who ended up driving the whole story forward.

In a way, Kaisen saw a bit of himself in that character—a driving force, with the same kind of 'spear.'

While deep in thought, Kaisen had stopped thrusting, leaving his cock lodged in her mouth like an oversized hot dog stuck in a too-small bun.

Vhalla, on her knees, stared up at him, her expression a mix of bewilderment and curiosity. She wasn't sure why, but she felt an odd urge to use her tongue.

'I-I've heard about this from some girls at the academy...'

Tentatively, she began swirling her tongue around his cock, coating every inch with her saliva. The sound of her tongue moving echoed in her mouth, like a soft, slippery symphony.

Kaisen, still lost in his thoughts, suddenly felt a new sensation. He glanced down and his eyes widened in surprise.

Vhalla's lips were wide open, her tongue swirling around his cock like a curious kitten exploring a new toy.

Her saliva coated his length, and her eyes stared up at him innocently, as if seeking approval. Kaisen couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"My, my, aren't you a quick learner? Well, you were once a Light bearer; of course, you learn fast. Seems like I don't have to train you anymore. Think of my cock as your canvas and your mouth as your paintbrush. Go on, paint my dick with your saliva."

Vhalla felt a thrill of excitement at his praise, though she refused to show it. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was affected.

With an expression as stoic as a brick wall, she pulled his cock from her mouth and began to lick the shaft, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate lines.

Her eyes remained locked on his, a silent challenge, daring him to find any crack in her facade.

But the thing was, Kaisen wasn't even looking at her. He was still lost in his deep thinking state.

Aveline decided to focus on her task too; after all, this was her first time even holding a dick in her hand.

She licked up and down the shaft like it was a particularly tricky popsicle, then nibbled on his balls, one by one, as if they were delicate grapes.

Kaisen didn't even react. He was still lost in thought even after her new tricks.

'Is he not enjoying it? Am I doing something wrong? Or is it that vermin attitude?'

she fumed internally.

'Arrrgggg, I don't care anymore. I will suck his cock like a bitch in heat. I will not let him disrespect me...'

She took a deep breath and engulfed his cock in one go, this time without hesitation, bobbing her head like a hungry puppy.

Not leaving a single inch of his cock unattended, her boobs jiggled with each motion, and her saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest, creating an erotic spectacle.

But the vermin, Kaisen, wasn't even looking. He remained lost in his own world, perhaps pondering profound existential questions or simply zoning out.

This lack of attention was pissing her off more than anything else. Here she was, giving her best performance, and he wasn't even paying attention!

It was like performing a concert to an audience of one who's more interested in their phone than the show.