Quick Transmigration: Homewrecker System! Chapter 230
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"E—Elduin, stop this…" Priest Erolith struggled weakly as King Elduin tickled his neck with his hot breath. King Elduin held the Priest's wrists with one hand on top of his head, and his other hand went inside the Priest's robe and started caressing the smooth body that he longed since he was a teenager.
"Elduin… this is inappropriate… AH!" Priest Erolith bit his lower lip when Elduin started kissing his neck. Erolith was a pure, untouched man since his birth. It was natural for him to be extra sensitive for something like this.
Elduin got stimulated when he saw his Big Ero trembled under him. He had a devious smirk on his face as he licked Erolith's jawline, "You enjoyed this, right? Come on, Big Ero, tell me that you want this, just like me."
"Elduin! You are the Elven King, and I am the Elven Priest! We… we shouldn't do this—hngg!" Erolith shut his mouth again when Elduin's finger fiddled with his nipple. He was trying his best to hold his breath because he was Elven Priest. He shouldn't fall into depravity.
King Elduin's smirk deepened, seeing restrained expression from his Big Ero, "I'm tired of this king's duty. I want to have fun, I want to screw around, and I want to forget everything about our status. Don't you think we are too young for this boring stuff?"
"Because all I want is to play with you and your beautiful body, Big Ero."
King Elduin kissed his Big Ero on the lips. Priest Erolith finally stopped struggling after a while. He accepted King Elduin wholeheartedly and let him taste the forbidden fruit that shouldn't be done by Elven Priest or Elven King.
And then, King Elduin woke up.
Elduin blinked few times, his eyes observed around his room and sighed when he saw a shadow standing at the corner of his room, "Are you happy? Playing with my dream every night and tormenting me every day?"
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"I'm happy but not satisfied," the shadow replied with a low, amused chuckle, "You are a young Elven King, the only Elven King to be chosen by Sacred Tree before you are yet to reach the sage age of two hundred years old. It amuses me."
The regular Elves lifespan was two hundred years old, while the Elven King, Queen, and Priest could last more than five hundred years old.
Elduin Wynforest had not yet reached the age of maturity. In fact, if his age was converted to regular human age, he was still twenty years old, clearly too young to be Elven King. But since Sacred Tree blessed him as the new Elven King, nobody could deny his status.
"I know it will be effortless to influence you since you are young, vigorous, and naturally hot-blooded and horny, hahaha!" the shadow laughed mockingly.
Elduin clenched his fist. He couldn't deny that he was easily tempted, especially since he had this long time forbidden crush for the Elven Priest, his childhood friend and study partner, Priest Erolith Virdhitas.
Watching the angry and tormented face of the young king made the shadow happy. This might be the first time in centuries where he could finally take control of the Elven Kingdom and make them all his slave.
"I will never fall into that depravity. I know that you want me to forcefully defile Big Ero, right?" King Elduin accused.
"Of course, I just followed your deepest desire. Who would've expected the young, mighty and powerful Elven King actually desires to defile Priest Erolith until he sunk into depravity together and abandon his holy way? How simple."
"SHUT UP!" King Elduin woke up from the bed and punched the shadow at the corner. Which did nothing to the shadow. It laughed and taunted the Elven King even more;
"Remember, I am your deepest desire. You cannot escape me, and you shall not escape me. I will make sure that you will follow your instinct and defile that Priest," the shadow laughed mockingly and vanished into thin air.
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King Elduin's chest rose up and down as he felt so despicable. His Big Ero, Elven Priest Eroltih Virdhitas, was a pure, untainted man with an untainted heart and mind. Big Ero was always a man devoid of lust, something that was meant to be untouched.
King Elduin thought he could forget his crush on Big Ero once he got older, maybe found a good elven girl and get married. But who knew after years passed, his feeling only grew stronger and harder.
"I shouldn't… think about those things… Big Ero is not the man I should touch…" King Elduin tried to remind himself. He looked down on the raging morning wood. It was always hard as a rock every morning because he dreamed of Big Ero all night.
King Elduin slapped his own cock and scolded, "You horny dick! Mind to which person you got hard to!"
King Elduin took a morning bath and left his room to the training ground. Since he had no meeting with the ministry or court today, he took this as a leisure day to the training ground. King Elduin opened his door and almost got a heart attack.
"Elduin, I have to talk to you," Priest Erolith said as he stood in front of Elduin.
King Elduin paused for a moment. He was trying to process the sudden appearance of the man in front of him, "B—B—Big Ero, why are you here?!"
Priest Erolith sighed, "Why are you so surprised? I came for a visit. Besides, I have a recurring dream about the Sacred Tree these days. I think I know how to deal with the Sacred Fruit shortages."
King Elduin was a bit disheartened when his Big Ero told him about his real intention. Because for a few seconds, he thought that Big Ero visited him personally, not for the kingdom's duty.
King Elduin's expression chilled, and he nodded perfunctorily, "I see, Big Ero, let's talk in the private garden. The condition of Sacred Tree is indeed worrying."
King Elduin and Priest Erolith entered the private garden, and they continued discussing the Sacred Tree. Priest Erolith opened the talk first with, "It's been a while since I return here, and I've gotten about five recurring dreams about the Sacred Tree."
"Please tell me what you see, Big Ero," King Elduin requested.
Priest Erolith closed his eyes. This was what he did to channel his power with the Sacred Tree. Priest Erolith recited the word from the Sacred Tree, and King Elduin listened carefully, "The Sacred Tree is dying. She has been standing mightily to protect and nurture her children, the elves, for millennia. But akin to an old woman, she is dying and needing nourishment."
"To prevent the Sacred Tree from wilting, The Sacred Tree requests Elven King and Elven Priest to retrieve the essence of the earth, far east from the Elven Kingdom, let the wood spirits guide you on your journey."
King Elduin listened carefully, thinking that Sacred Tree's mother spirit entered Priest Erolith's body to deliver this message. Little did he know, Yunyu was reading a script he wrote inside his head today.
[Hm… I think this is good enough, right? I mean, I don't know what will the Sacred Tree says. I only imitate those sacred things said about their sacred stuff in fantasy books and movies.]
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