Interrogation (*)

Forest Elves are more terrifying than I'd imagined, Ling's voice chimed softly in Xuefeng's mind, the tone laced with caution. Given your predicament, there's nothing you can do. This immobilization is likely a Spirit Art unique to their kind. Best not to anger her further.

Xuefeng's next thought was tinged with wry bitterness. Thanks for that observation, Sherlock. Really helpful.

My name is Ling, not Sherlock. No thanks required. She replied like a machine, completely missing his sarcasm.

At that moment, the Elf Queen's cool fingers resumed their taunting exploration. A low groan of frustration escaped Xuefeng's lips as she toyed with him, too firmly pinned to resist. "A-ah… Okay," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You can stop now…"

She smiled—a predatory edge lighting her aquamarine eyes. She showed no sign of relinquishing her grip on him. "Tell me how you resisted my Dream Bloon," she questioned. "It's a secret known only to our race, so no typical antidote exists in your world."

Xuefeng clamped his jaws shut, refusing to give her the satisfaction of an answer. The Queen arched an eyebrow, sliding her palms under his shirt. He felt her nails rake lightly across his abdominal muscles, causing an involuntary shiver. She let her fingers wander lower, slipping inside his pants.

"The longer you stay silent," she whispered, leaning in to flick his earlobe with her tongue, "the further I'll go…" Her chilled fingertips wrapped around his length, stroking with a slow, deliberate motion. Despite his efforts, he couldn't keep his body from responding, heat smoldering under her coaxing.

"It's all warmed up in my hands," she teased, then pressed her lips to his in a forceful, dominating kiss. Pinned tight by the shimmering glow around his limbs, he could do nothing but match her rhythm, refusing to completely give up. 

She is insane… Xuefeng thought, regretting his actions. I have to yield something or she might go overboard. 

"Are you still going to stay silent?" the Queen whispered as she broke the kiss, her breath still lingering on his lips. "I won't be able to stop myself if I turn serious…" 

Her hand tightened and her thumb began rubbing against the tip while staring into his eyes. He couldn't stall any longer, he had to bluff his way out. "A-alright," he stammered, "You… you win. I possess a rare body constitution with an ability to detoxify all toxins. No matter how deadly your flower is, it won't work on me."

A thoughtful gleam flickered in the Queen's eyes, though she maintained her thorough hold on him, working up and down his shaft in an almost clinical manner. "Hmm, so it's some special physique. Does it extend to others? Could you cure them of toxins, too?"

"N-no…" Xuefeng mumbled, feeling a wave of ecstasy clouding his mind. "You said—" He sucked in a sharp breath. "You said you'd stop if I talked," he reminded hoarsely.

Her lips curved in a playful smirk. "I recall saying I'd escalate if you didn't talk. Right now I'm still at the same level, boy." She gave him a knowing wink. "Now, answer me this—do you have a lover in your world?"

The question conjured images of Wuying, Tianshi… perhaps even Princess Shan, though that one was complicated. Xuefeng's chest constricted. "Yes," he admitted in a quiet voice.

"And… is there more than one?" She caught the drift of his inward hesitation.

"It's… complicated," Xuefeng managed, a storm of guilt and longing swirling beneath the humiliating pleasure. In his old life, polygamy was frowned upon—but this world had entirely different customs. Still, it felt strange to acknowledge more than one relationship.

The Queen's eyes danced with curiosity. "More than one, I see. Then adding my daughter to your harem won't really change things, will it?" She spoke lightly, as though it was the most natural conclusion in the world.

He shook his head. "Physical intimacy isn't everything," he bit out. "Without a real connection, it's just empty. Eventually, you lose yourself if all you do is seek pleasure. That's… not how I want to live."

The Queen paused in her manipulations, pondering his words. A note of sympathy flickered on her face. "You're correct. But it doesn't alter your obligation here. Time or not, Yiren must conceive an heir. Our race depends on it."

A sigh of resignation parted Xuefeng's lips. Of all the insane circumstances…

The Queen gave a slight nod, apparently satisfied with his reluctant agreement. "In that case," she murmured, "we have an understanding. Still, you're quite—" She cast her gaze down at the prominent bulge she'd been toying with. "—energized. We can't have my daughter catching wind of our little game, can we? Let me help you calm down."

She kissed him lightly, grasping his pants with both hands. With one powerful yank, she slid downward, exposing him fully right in front of her face. The Queen's eyes widened a fraction, and she murmured a soft exclamation. "T-that's larger than I imagined…"

"Wait, we can't—" 

Xuefeng's protests were swallowed by a thick, overwhelming silence, his mouth involuntarily closing as if sealed by a force beyond his control. His eyes, wide with both horror and reluctant desire, bore witness to the Queen's unrelenting advances. "Just lie down and enjoy yourself," she cooed, her tone soft yet commanding as she pressed him back onto the cool, hard ground. Without hesitation, she dove down to explore him with unleashed hunger.

Her tongue, smooth and insistent, traced along the base of his hardened flesh, leaving glistening trails of saliva as it moved with a determined rhythm. She danced and swirled around the pulsing head only to suck it gently, her mouth hot and wet. Her fingers began sliding up and down with thumb brushing his most sensitive spot, pushing him deeper into a realm of sensations that blurred pleasure and pain into one indistinguishable rush. 

As she swallowed him slowly, every minute movement sent tremors of electricity racing through his core. It wasn't simply the exquisite ecstasy that surged within him—it was as if the very Lightning Qi stored in his dantian began to rebel, straining against its natural confines, desperate to break free.

In his mind, a shrill cry rang out: Ling, what is happening?! His internal alarm echoed as if his dantian were on the brink of exploding. 

Ling's mental voice, cool and measured despite the chaos of the moment, responded urgently: She's siphoning your Lightning Qi! Forest Elves seem to be naturally attuned to Elemental Qi. If you don't stop her, she'll drain you dry, and you'll need weeks to rebuild what's been lost.

Panic surged inside him as he tried to signal his distress, emitting a series of silenced sounds that only deepened the intensity of the encounter. The Queen abruptly paused her actions, her eyes flickering up to meet his, scanning his expression. "What's wrong?" she demanded, her tone turning sharply inquisitive. "I thought my technique was flawless."

"But you're robbing me of my Lightning Qi!" Xuefeng managed to choke out, his voice raw with both anguish and incredulity.

A look of startled delight passed over the Queen's features. "You can use Lightning Qi?" she murmured, her earlier teasing replaced by genuine interest. A slow smile curled her lips. "I always sensed something familiar in you, like you were one of us. Perhaps… I'll offer you a little gift then."

Her gaze softened as she swallowed him even deeper than before, yet now the air around them seemed to shimmer with a newfound energy. Each sensual motion now not only elicited moans from Xuefeng but also coaxed surges of raw Lightning Qi into his body, her touch acting as both caress and catalyst. His dantian swelled, rapidly filling with a brilliant, electrified aura that pushed him ever closer to a critical threshold—a breakthrough that might either elevate him or shatter his very being.

This is insane! Don't let her stop at all costs! Ling called out excitedly, ignoring the morals with such benefits in play. Grab her, hold her! Seize this opportunity!

Xuefeng was in too much pleasure to think of consequences, his arms unconsciously reaching out, brushing his fingers into her golden hair. He could hear her muffled moans as he pushed her deeper, filling every inch of her throat with repeated thrusts. Despite the obvious disrespect, she didn't revert his restrictions, as if enjoying his sudden involvement. 

In mere moments, the Lightning Qi within his dantian swelled, rivaling the magnitude of his own Spirit Qi as it surged toward the threshold of the Spirit Grandmaster stage. As he teetered on the brink of his limits, the barrier in his dantian gave way, cracking open like a long-sealed dam finally unleashed. Energy burst forth in all directions, mirroring the release of his essence into the Queen's waiting mouth.

"Uhmm…" She momentarily choked, gripping his waist for support, but she didn't pull away, savoring the thick liquid without spilling a single drop.

"Hu… hu…" Xuefeng collapsed onto the ground, his limbs drained of strength as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Honestly, you had so much stored up…" The Queen licked the remnants from her lips, a satisfied glint in her eyes as she composed herself. With a final, contented sigh, she straightened her disheveled attire.

"Thank you for the treat. Now, you should go to Yiren—she's been waiting for quite some time." With that, she stepped onto the balcony, letting the cool evening air wash over her.