Volume 10 Chapter 8 Worried Forest Princess⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The morning started with that sticky, warm feeling wrapping around him.
A hint of sunlight-warmed air touched his skin.
Then, before he fully woke, Primlena’s mouth enveloped him, her tongue twisting and sliding against his skin. She gripped him tight at the base, working him gently with her soft cheeks.
That sensation told him right away what was happening, even before he opened his eyes.
He cracked his sleepy lids just a bit.
”Nn-ah?”
”Nn…”
When his eyes focused, he met hers.
There she was—the princess of the sea—bobbing her head up and down over his lap.
”Nmm… nn, nn…”
”…Ahh.”
He didn’t say a word. He just lay there and let it happen.
After a while, he gave in to the flow and came.
Spurt, spuuurt.
She guided him so naturally, he had no choice but to release straight into her mouth.
His seed flooded in, filling her mouth.
Primlena wrapped both hands around his shaft, her brows furrowed as she took it all.
Her soft cheeks caught the tip, and the thick white flow pooled inside.
She swallowed with a wet gulp, then caught more, swallowed again when it built up.
”Ngu… nn. Nmm… fu, nn…”
The endless release wore on her.
If it were just sex, fine—but swallowing like this? What a hassle for such a thick one.
It already tired her just to take him in.
Still, tears pooling in her eyes, she never let him slip from her mouth until the end.
”Haa, good morning. Nn… you’re awake now?”
She forced the last bit down her throat, then smiled softly.
Without a single grimace, she handled his morning need like it was nothing.
Then, calm as ever, she greeted him.
”If you wake me like this, my dick’s gonna stay hard all day.”
”Nn… sorry about that. …I’ll fix it right away.”
She took him back into her mouth with a soft pop.
Looking up at him with those pleading eyes, she started sucking hard—slurp, slurp.
”I wonder if Flavia’s worried.”
”Why?”
In the end, she got him off twice.
After a quick cleanup, they got ready to start the day.
”Well, we’re in the same tent. She’d worry if you weren’t here.”
”Oh, right. You have so little magic power, you can’t sense it. But we can feel each other nearby—no need to worry.”
Makes sense. So they all sensed Primlena was with Klock.
That’s why Suzette hadn’t come to wake him, and Meina stayed away.
They’d figured it out and left them alone.
”Man, that’s so unfair. You magic users…”
He shook his head inside at their cheating affair-detection skills.
No way he could hook up with one of Brigante’s girls using the “blame the booze” excuse. Suzette would come flying in first.
”Well, anyway. That girl keeps her distance from me, no matter what. Even if I vanished, she’d just handle it like paperwork.”
”Flavia’s that cold?”
”Not cold. Just normal.”
Klock pulled on his pants and reached for his shirt—but Primlena snatched it.
She held it open like a ring, slipping it over his head.
He poked his neck through, and their eyes met.
He let her fuss over him, a ticklish warmth in his chest.
”We just met. Our homes are far apart, and we’re different races. We both have our duties—so getting close like friends overnight? It’s hard.”
”Yeah.”
They seemed tight, but it was all surface-level, huh.
Well, they dealt with kingdom business. Couldn’t act like regular folks.
”Reina.”
”Hm?”
”Call me that, okay?”
Primlena’s face turned bright red as she said it.
She looked away, but her blush screamed embarrassment.
Klock had to glance aside too—it was that contagious.
”We call close ones by nicknames. I tried before. Reina or Lena—whatever works.”
”Then it’s Reina.”
He nodded, and so did she.
She kept her eyes averted, cheeks like ripe tomatoes.
Guess tomatoes grew underwater too.
Mwah.
A ticklish kiss brushed his cheek.
She wouldn’t meet his gaze, but her actions were bold.
Klock reached out and grabbed her ass in fun.
She just let out a small sigh—no sign of dislike.
”Busy day again?”
”Yeah. Piles of crap to do—it’s depressing.”
”If you need help, call me right away.”
”You got it. Thanks.”
One night, and they were tight as could be.
Now they were side by side. He could even joke about making her wife number three or four, and she’d just roll her eyes before nodding yes.
Was this for the best?
If it kept her from crying like that, yeah—probably.
Any new problems? He’d deal when they came.
”What’re you up to next?”
”Oh, just gonna wash up.”
She sniffed the air.
No need to check—you definitely stink, so relax.
”…Reina.”
”Y-yeah? What?”
The sea priestess flinched at her own nickname.
What would her big sis think of this little sister?
”Fix the bed.”
”Ah… okay.”
She got it right away. Her eyes went dreamy.
In a flash, she turned into a woman and presented her ass, silent.
Underwater, she had scales—but on land, this was a full, child-bearing woman’s hips.
He grabbed that solid ass. Shifted her swimsuit bottom aside with barely any undressing, baring her pussy.
He pulled just his dick from his pants and slid in—shlop.
Quick morning sex—no position change, just pounding her ass.
Purely to empty out. She was washing up anyway, so he filled her belly without holding back.
He savored her tight squeeze and those cheeks, then got a cleanup blowjob to finish.
On her knees, dripping his seed onto the ground, she sucked him clean. He came again, made her swallow.
He’d made her tend to his dick plenty from the crack of dawn.
Normal her would’ve sighed and complained.
But after last night, something shifted. She stayed devoted, never said a word to the end.
At parting, she even forced a smile and waved.
He realized then: after the war, he had to take responsibility for her.
”Anything different from yesterday…?”
He watched the camp cleanup again today.
He wanted to prep for training, but gathering supplies and sweeping weren’t done.
Trash everywhere inside and out. Muddy patches on the ground, bad spot for camp—still a mess. Weird junk scattered around. The troops looked kinda sluggish too.
Push it back for now…
He’d check everyone’s faces first, then decide.
Cianie still wasn’t back.
Bit too late—he tilted his head. But she was a Hero, something extraordinary.
Heroes had Hero work. All plain old Klock could do was wait for her triumph.
For now, he peeked at the princess in the next tent.
”Flavia in?”
”Yes. Please, come in.”
Klock almost barged right in but stopped just in time.
He called out proper, and she invited him straight away.
”Morning!”
”Good morning, my lord. Did you sleep well last night?”
”Yeah.”
Peeking into the tent, there she was—the princess—with a comb in hand, brushing her green hair.
In nightclothes, sitting on the bed, all fresh from sleep and real.
Her otherworldly beauty.
That side profile hit him—heart skipped a beat.
Ahh, ahh, ahh.
Save me, Cianie.
All around me—nothing but gorgeous princesses.
The forestkin princess who’d come to be Klock’s wife.
Did he really need so many wives in one lifetime?
If he could choose, he’d rather meet her in a future life—one without any lovers.
She turned to face Klock and gave him a warm, friendly smile.
If Flavia started crying too, he might just break down himself.
He had to keep a close eye on her.
He’d misread Primlena’s feelings and made her cry.
He’d gotten past the crisis of sending her home for now. But next up—Flavia worried him.
She felt even more distant than Primlena.
Time to learn about her. And fast.
”Did you need something today?”
”Nah. Just thought I’d chat and get closer to my future wife.”
He used the word “wife” on purpose.
It felt awkward with anyone but Cianie, but he wanted the impact.
”Oh! That makes me so happy.”
She set down her comb and placed both hands on her knees.
”My lord, I got a message from home the other day. May I share it?”
”A message? From Isabella?”
His heart skipped a beat.
Just hearing Isabella’s name made him tense.
What could it be?
”If there’s no child, it’s like having a sickness. That’s what they said.”
”No child…?”
Klock frowned.
The forest girl tilted her head a little, watching him.
He paused for two seconds.
”…Hurry up and make a kid?”
That’s what it meant, no matter how he read it.
Scary—parents nagging the in-laws about babies.
They phrased it like “avoid the gossip of illness,” but still.
”Why send something like that?”
”I don’t know the details…”
Flavia shrugged.
She was just the messenger.
He didn’t know forestkin ways, but was it normal to get this after just a few days?
”You’re from the wasteland, my lord. Humans’ thoughts and customs are hard for forestkin to guess. They probably wanted to make it clear.”
”…I see?”
What could he say to that?
Different values—end of story.
And from her own people, her mom no less. It must be true.
But something felt off.
It sounded kinda panicked.
This wasn’t just family chit-chat.
The other side was an elf queen—there had to be more to it.
Flavia’s parents were politicians.
Normally, couples made kids at their own pace.
Butting in like this? A bit too nosy.
That part was common enough.
The weird thing? How soon it came. Years without a sign, sure—but Flavia just arrived.
”Hey. How’s the Void doing? Any changes?”
”The Void? It’s peaceful, from what I hear.”
”Good. And that’s the only message for me?”
”Yes. Just that one line.”
Klock raised an eyebrow.
He crossed his arms, turned his face away, but his mind drifted to the Void.
What this told him:
Flavia was swapping info with Isabella just fine.
And Isabella seemed antsy for some reason.
Did they know he hadn’t touched Flavia yet?
Straight up—it sounded like they worried he wasn’t interested in their gift.
Flavia tilted her long green hair, her beautiful face fixed on him.
Before, she’d caught him with Primlena, then asked for a relationship—and he’d put her off.
Maybe she told Isabella in a way that stirred worry.
But come on. How many days since Flavia arrived?
Too soon to rush.
Isabella had picked between Flavia and Avery, right?
No way they’d swap to Avery now.
If they didn’t click, scrap Flavia, try the sister instead.
No wedding yet—totally possible.
And sooner was better if they wanted to cut losses quick.
No point overthinking.
He couldn’t judge by human norms forever.
Forestkin ways? Total mystery.
Only the queen herself could explain the real intent.
Flavia stood still, gazing up with a hint of unease.
Like she sensed something.
She’s cute too…
Klock thought it, then turned away sharp.
When he met Isabella, he’d barely greeted her and just left.
Hope that didn’t mess things up.
Maybe this message tested his reaction—probed his true feelings.
That made sense.
For now, he’d play it vague. Keep it from blowing up.
He scratched the back of his head, about to settle on that.
…Wait.
Other options…?
Something clicked.
”Hey, Flavia. Forestkin get along with the Fairy Clan, right? If I asked for help, would the Fairies pitch in?”
”They’d probably send people… But if you need help, ask the forestkin first. Why borrow from the Fairies?”
”Just curious. Wonder how it works.”
The marriage alliance with the Void wasn’t just forestkin.
Fairies were on the list too.
Alliance with the Void. Candidates: Fairies and forestkin.
What if that meant something?
”Fairies and forestkin live together in the Void, yeah? Any issues with that?”
”Issues…? Small ones, sure. Humans—or anyone—always have problems, no matter the race. Especially big ones fit for ‘national affairs.’ …My lord, if I may ask—what’s on your mind with these questions?”
”Just chatting. Never seen Fairies. Wonder what they’re like.”
”I see. Don’t worry. We’re peaceful. Unlike savage places like Crimson Spire or Moon Court, the Void is especially quiet.”
Calling other races savage? Flavia’s biases peeked through.
Prejudiced. Easy to sway, easy to fool—like a human trait.
She should live centuries, but Flavia acted kinda childish. Didn’t even know the first thing about sex.
Maybe she didn’t grasp the world around the Void.
This… smells like trouble.
Hope the Fairies aren’t meddling.
Bad vibes.
At first, a Fairy princess was a marriage candidate too.
He’d totally forgotten. Isabella mentioned it casual, like an afterthought.
Did he misread the Fairy-forestkin bond?
The thought hit him sudden.
Honestly, sending a forestkin princess here was dumb.
Marry Klock? Just a boring life tending worthless humans.
But that was his excuse now. Others saw it different—he knew that.
Fairies and forestkin. The marrying side became Chosen Ones—tied to the Grand Cathedral.
That meant power to grow influence. So… maybe a big grab for control in the Void?
Anyone in Void politics would want that.
The marrying race gains the edge.
Why two candidate races?
He hadn’t met Fairies, so he skimmed it.
But maybe forestkin and Fairies fought politically over the marriage rights.
They’re seriously pushing me to hurry up.
Maybe the Fairies are poking at them.
Isabella’s not worried about me and Flavia clicking. She wants me to lock this down fast—make the bond solid.
Just one line? That’s a hint there’s more underneath…
Say the Fairies and forestkin are fighting.
If it’s a power struggle, they’d seek outside help.
The side tied to the Grand Cathedral has a huge edge.
Heroes might show up, after all.
The marriage winner gets the Hero on their side.
Yeah—everyone would kill for those rights.
Flavia said it: the Void’s run by Fairies and forestkin.
I figured forestkin on top, Fairies below, since they sent her.
Maybe true, but that doesn’t mean they like it.
”Flavia. Run into any trouble lately?”
”Trouble?”
Her blank stare told him nothing happened.
If his guess was right and Fairies meant business, Flavia could be at risk.
Who knew what Fairies would do? Better stay cautious.
”Nothing. Just—if anything weird comes up, tell me right away.”
”Yes! I will.”
Still, he might be overthinking.
Could be Flavia whined to Mom, and Isabella passed the message.
Queen or not, he was reading too deep.
Felt kinda stupid now.
Better talk to Suzette and the others.
These things twist weird when you think alone.
He wanted their take.
”Alright, I got stuff to do. See ya.”
”Yes.”
He’d come to chat, but left quick.
Pushed to make a kid fast—and he hadn’t touched her once.
Should’ve at least patted her head, shown some interest.
Hit him after he stepped outside the tent.
”…My lord.”
Under the quiet tent, the forest princess murmured.
No innocent girl on her face.
Pure princess—steeped in politics.
”The Fairies once tried to rule the Abyss. They invaded. I’ve heard stories—dealing with the Void means dealing with them.”
She should’ve told her lord that.
But forestkin and Fairies were old allies. Partners.
To avoid badmouthing friends, Flavia kept silent.
”The Fairies eyed you first, my lord. In times like this, war rules apply. Please—brace yourself from here on.”
Friends from home. Her lord.
Caught between trusts, her whisper faded into nothing.
Notes:
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Flavia – Younger Forestkin princess (132). Gentle yet resolute. Sent by Queen Isabella as marriage pledge to Klock, the Chain Binder, symbolizing the Void’s loyalty to the Goddess Teekua.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Reina – Primlena’s Klock nickname.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Isabella – Forestkin queen, appears after Klock meets the Phantasmal Beast. Leads peace talks with Humans. Mother of Avery, Flavia. Calm, strategic ruler.
• Avery – Forestkin princess, Isabella’s eldest daughter, appearing after Klock meets the Phantasmal Beast. Questions her mother about Klock, the Chosen One. Sister to Flavia. Linked to peace with Humans. No direct tie to Klock. Calm, proud, analytical nature.
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