История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: 41. Недовольство королевы эльфов

The Dissatisfaction of the Elf Queen

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 12:28

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Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 12:28

In the magical laboratory, located in the dungeons of the Secret Guard building, the queen was half-reclining in a comfortable lounge chair. She was completely naked, with her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, and her face completely devoid of any emotion. Around the queen a dozen complex magical symbols floated in the air. Some of them consisted of strictly straight lines forming complex geometric figures. The lines of others were smooth, curving like riverbeds or liana stems and forming complex figures as well. All of them glowed with varying degrees of intensity, illuminating Sivila's body. The light of some was bright and clear. The light of others was softer and diffused. But almost all of it was directed at the queen's breasts and pussy.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 18:01

In front of her, between her spread legs, stood a tall elf with long, straight, light-blond hair, carefully combed back and gathered into a luxurious ponytail. He was dressed in a snow-white shirt with a high collar, a dark purple vest with numerous pockets, elegant pants of dark cloth, and magnificent shoes of patent leather of southern crocodile. He could be mistaken for a very skillful and obviously wealthy tailor. The pockets of his vest and belt were full of tools, from a few scissors to a whole set of needles and spokes of various lengths and thicknesses. In part, that was the way it was. Moreover, he sewed all his clothes, except for his leather shoes, by himself and only by himself. Except that his main trade was something else. And the tools, each of which cost a lot of money, were not for sewing clothes. The elf squinted his azure eyes, and touched the gold rim of his glasses with his fingertip.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 18:38

A wave of light passed through the thin panes of enchanted glass, and their color changed from clear to dark red. Touching the frames a few more times and bringing the color of the glasses to bright scarlet, the elf looked closely at Sivila's naked right breast. Thanks to his glasses and the symbols glowing in the air, he could see the queen's subtle body rather than her material one. Her aura, energy channels, and energy nodes. In particular, his attention was focused on a relatively small energy node in the area of her right breast. To which a very fine thread-weave stretched straight through the center of her nipple, entangling it in a simple but elegant knot. Against the background of the queen's slender body, this delicate thread glistened with a golden color. In a calm and focused voice, the elf spoke:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 18:39

"I'm starting to untangle. This is going to be painfully pleasant. Get ready."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:23

The first phrase referred to the queen, who clutched the armrests of the chair with her hands and her bare feet on the special footrests. The second phrase referred to the young (by the standards of elves) assistant of the best master of the Silk Thread School in the whole Forest. He stood to the side of the teacher and gave a little forward, holding a short magical rod in one hand and a stone bowl like those used by alchemists in the other. Making sure he was heard, the impeccably dressed elf set to work. In his left hand, he held a thin rod of enchanted silver, on which was wound some of the finest thread woven into the queen's subtle body. In his right hand, the elf held a long and thin spokeshave of the same enchanted silver, with a small hook at the end. With this hook, he carefully hooked a thin golden thread almost at the very nipple. When this happened, a small part of the thread became visible to the naked eye. But most of it remained completely invisible, making it appear to an outside observer that the elf was just waving his tools in the air.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 18:41

Slowly and very carefully, the master of the Silk Thread School pulled the very thin thread that was hooked on the hook of the needle. At the same time, barely noticeable waves of light ran through the elf's slender and dexterous fingers, passing on to the needle, and from it to the thread-weave. The tiny sparks traveled along it to the queen's nipple, penetrating through it into the depths of her breast. To where the thinnest thread wove itself into Sivila's subtle body, knotting around the energy knot in her right breast. Under the precise and filigree influence of the master of magic, the thin thread-weave began to unravel slowly, separating from the energy channels. He had to act very slowly and carefully, so that, God forbid, the First Tree would not entangle the thread or break it. This could lead to serious complications of all sorts. From loss or increase of sensitivity of erogenous zones to spontaneous enlargement or shrinkage of breasts.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:15

The saving grace was that the knot with which the string was tied was relatively simple, and the pattern for unraveling it was clear. Otherwise, it would have been much harder. Both the magic master and the queen. Especially the queen. Although Ziltraen's effects were extremely weak, passing through the thread-weave they still caused a weak, but stimulation of the entangled part of the subtle body. This in turn affected the material body, causing various sensations, not all of which were pleasant. But there were enough pleasant ones too, which made the queen's nipple harden and her breasts blush. Her face, too, though it remained mostly impassive.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:16

As the knot unraveled more and more, Ziltraen pulled the thread towards himself. Very carefully, so as not to tear it in any way. But along with the thread, he unwittingly pulled on his nipple and the queen's breast. Sivila's face remained absolutely impassive. Only her lips turned into a thin stripe, and the pupils in her emerald eyes dilated. Not so much from the pain, but from the agonizingly pleasurable pleasure of the thread-weave that was slowly separating from her slender body. When it had almost completely left the nipple, the master of magic spoke briefly:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:17

"Get ready."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:24

His assistant nodded silently, and Sivila held her breath and tensed. But when the string-like thread silently detached from her nipple, the queen couldn't help but inhale sharply, sucking in air through clenched teeth. And from her breasts spurted thin streams of milk, but instead of soiling the master of magic and his apprentice, it gathered in the air into a small ball of droplets, directed into a stone bowl. Winding a thread invisible without special glasses on a silver rod, Ziltraen nodded to his apprentice-assistant, turned to the queen, and warned:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:18

"The third node will be more difficult."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:25

Sivila only responded laconically to this:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:25

"Do it."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:25

Settling on the small stool that his apprentice had set up for him, right in front of the queen's pussy, the master of magic again carefully hooked the thread with a needle near her clit and got to work. The third knot was more difficult. It was tied more cunningly, tightly entangling the lower energy knot responsible for reproductive function. It was also responsible for pleasure and urination. The action had to be even slower and more careful. And not only because of the fact that the bindings were more cunning, but also because this node was more powerful and through it passed twice as many energy channels than through the thoracic ones. Accordingly, Ziltraen's influences were felt by the queen much more strongly. But it was impossible to do without it, any intervention by magic or alchemy that could dampen them would make the process easier for Sivila, but would complicate it many times for Ziltraen. As the thread-weave would become much more difficult to discern among the subtle bodies. So the queen endured, keeping as indifferent an expression on her face as possible. To the best of her ability.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:21

But by the time the magic master had almost finished carefully unraveling the threads, Sivila's face was flushed, her breathing was heavy, and sweat was beading on her skin, even though the air in the lab was comfortable and ventilated. Intercepting the needle with which he was hooking the thin thread-weave, Ziltraen said in a concentrated voice:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:19

"Get ready. I'm pulling it out."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:25

Biting her lip, the queen nodded briefly, and the assistant magic master prepared the short magic wand and the new stone bowl again. Ziltraen began to slowly pull out the last centimeters of the weaving thread. From the outside, it looked as if he was pulling the queen by her flushed and swollen clit, to which a golden thread-weave was attached. Hooked into the armrests of the chair, Sivila tried her best to keep an unperturbed expression on her face. But the moment the stringy thread separated from her clit, the queen couldn't help but let out a loud moo through tightly compressed lips. At the same time, she gripped the armrests and tilted her head as far back as the lounge chair would allow. Love juices spurted from her flushed pussy, caught in the air, and collected in a stone alchemical bowl.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 23:24

Ziltraen and his assistant tactfully ignored Sivila's orgasm. Instead, the master of magic carefully wound the rest of the thread-weave onto a silver rod, carefully secured it to it, and placed it in a special case. After carefully closing and sealing it, he turned to the queen who was recovering her breath, and said politely:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 23:24

"The subtle bodies stimulated during the operation will fully return to normal within a few days. Until then, I strongly recommend that you refrain from anything that could irritate the affected energy nodes and the energy channels associated with them. Otherwise, this could lead to a short-term increase in sensitivity, which will then be replaced by a long-term decrease."

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 08:55

“I heard you, venerable Ziltraen,” the queen said slowly, “Do you really guarantee me that there are no more serious consequences left?”

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 08:54

"Guaranteed. This thread, while having many advantages, also has a number of disadvantages stemming directly from them. Due to its thinness, it is extremely invisible and very easy to weave into the subtle bodies of the victim. But because of it, it also has an extremely low throughput. For serious consequences, you would have to be actively influenced through it for at least a few months. Or you should have been entangled much more densely, at least in the frame of a full-fledged cocoon, touching the main parts of thin bodies."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 23:26

"I heard you. And once again, thank you for your masterful work."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:50

With a silent nod, the magic master and his apprentice left the laboratory, extinguishing the magic symbols floating in the air. In their place, Astra came inside with a pile of clothes for the queen. With the help of her bodyguard, Sivila took an ostentatiously leisurely time to dress in clean undergarments and the good training suit with which she practiced archery. The reason for this unusual choice of clothing became clear after the queen had cleaned herself up and left the laboratory accompanied by her bodyguard. Clicking the heels of high boots made of soft leather, she deliberately took her time and walked to the door of the meeting room, where she was already waiting. Around the long table were gathered the agents of the Secret Guard, its leader, and the masters of magic involved in the investigation. Including Ziltraen, who had been partially briefed and sworn to secrecy. Sivila looked around the table with her green eyes slowly walked over to the free chair at the head of the table and slowly lowered herself into it. With her arms folded across her chest, she ostentatiously threw one leg over the table and then the other, tapping the tabletop with her heels. It wouldn't have been as comfortable or impressive in a dress.

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 11:45

Of course, such a thing was a blatant violation of etiquette and the most banal decency. It was literally an open insult to everyone at the table. And Sivila knew it very well. Once again, she slowly looked at the elves and elven women gathered at the table and threw a single phrase in a voice devoid of emotion:

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 11:54

"You can start making excuses."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:51

Many of the masters of magic twitched the tips of their ears, and some twitched their whole ears. But no one dared to object to the queen, or even to resent her behavior. Instead, Mirael spoke in a calm and polite voice:

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 11:55

"Sivila, I understand your dissatisfaction..."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:52

"Dissatisfaction?!" The Queen sharply interrupted the Elder Enchantress, breaking the rules of decorum once again.

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 11:56

Squinting her emerald eyes, Sivila continued in an icy voice:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:52

What are you talking about, Mirael? I was dissatisfied when I found out that Zitrael had been kidnapped during the Morgrave raid by a desert whore who loves and knows how to fuck not only the bodies of her victims but their brains. I was displeased when I learned that she was carrying a child with the blood of a direct descendant of Raistar. Blood free of the curse. I was dissatisfied then. Now I'm furious. I was well aware of the risk I was taking in negotiating with this thrice-damned Master. But I'd had a little, like, this little hope that a whole assembly of the best magic masters in the entire Forest would be able to keep me safe. Instead, the bastard first defiantly humiliated me twice, despite all my defenses. And you too, by the way, Mirael! And then I find out by accident that he didn't just slap me on the nose, or rather on my tits and pussy, he also entangled me with a weaving thread. And who did I hear that from? From the demon slut who had to be released back to Inferno because of this knowledge, instead of being sealed in a suitable dungeon-vessel until the end of eternity!

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 11:59

Having finished speaking, the queen, whose emerald eyes were flashing angrily, took a deep breath and said in a slightly calmer voice:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:54

"So, as I already said, you can start making excuses."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:54

The masters of magic and the Elder Enchantress' ears twitched again, but no one dared to object or even look into Sivila's eyes, knowing well the depth of their failure. Only Third looked at the queen, but the queen kept her gaze perfectly still, still defiantly keeping her feet on the table. Coughing, Mirael spoke politely:

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 12:00

"We did not even imagine the possibility that we might encounter such a rare and difficult-to-master magic school as the Silk Thread School."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:55

The queen raised her eyebrows theatrically and asked in a deliberately surprised and uncomprehending voice, eyeing the Elder Enchantress with a grim stare:

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 12:01

"Why didn't you expect this, even after everything we witnessed? And performed by the same Tiantrel?"

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:55

The magic masters at the table twitched their ears again. This time it was almost synchronized. Coughing delicately again, Mirael ignored another jab from the queen. Instead, she answered in the same calm and polite voice:

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 12:01

"Venerable Ziltraen, I give you the floor as a recognized master of this very complex school."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:56

The Master of the Silk Thread School nodded in reply and gracefully placed before him on the table a securely sealed case with a silver rod on which was wound the finest weaving thread. Adjusting the high collar of his immaculate white shirt, he began his report in a confident lecturing tone, pointing to the case:

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 12:04

"This thread is, without exaggeration, a real masterpiece of magical art. It is very difficult to create such a thin thread, it is literally filigree work. But already created thread, because of the peculiarities of its weave, it is relatively easy to manage even a non-specialist of the Silk Thread School. To direct it in the right direction and weave it into the subtle body of the victim requires a minimum of energy and manipulation. Which, in addition, is very easy to hide behind the most innocuous actions. A simple twiddling of the fingers, the smallest tensions of the subtle bodies, which cannot even be mistaken for preparation for the effect."

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 12:05

In confirmation of Ziltraen's words, an image of the recording of the conversation between Sivila and Master who had taken over Tiantrel's body appeared in the air above the table. Extending his hand, the master of the Silk Thread School was illuminated with red light the moment the naked elf thoughtfully moved her fingers, folded on her chest. In particular, the index finger of her right hand.

Camrad_RIP 06.09.24 в 08:57

"As we have already discovered, the thread-weave was hidden in one of the individual elements of its so-called “structure” on the fingertips. In passive mode, when the thread is not energized or does not conduct energy, it is extremely difficult to notice it. The most optimal way is the use of directed magic light of a special spectrum. Which still needs to be matched to this particular thread. Add to this the fact that in passive mode it is immaterial and literally transparent in magical vision, and it becomes clear why its presence and use were not detected by my colleagues."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:46

Looking the queen in the eye, Ziltraen said with some pride:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 13:56

"This is what the School of Silk Thread, or, as it is rightly called by our dark kin, the Silk Web, is famous for. It is very difficult to notice really thin threads like this, woven by a real master."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 22:45

For a few seconds, Sivila considered what she had heard, and then asked in a slightly calmer tone:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 12:55

"Then how did this infernal slut manage to notice it?"

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 12:55

"Demons see our material world differently than we do. Their vision is much closer to magic. And the stronger they are, the more they can see. And this demoness wasn't weak. In addition, she was clearly developing her eyes. If you've been paying attention to them, you should have noticed the not-so-typical shape and color."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 23:18

"I noticed that. And by the way, while we're on the subject, I hope you've taken every possible aura and subtle body imprint off that demon slut."

Camrad_RIP 05.09.24 в 23:18