12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter twelve

Mark and I stand at the entrance to the Eldruk tunnels, the midday sun is high overhead. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth — a sharp contrast to the cool, muted world of the tunnels behind us.

Mark looks down at me, eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

"Emily, I'm sorry," he begins, his voice thick. "I didn’t believe you about the Bigfoot. I should have trusted you more."

I shake my head gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Mark, no apology is needed. The past is the past."

He nods, but I can see the effort it takes for him to accept my reassurance.

"I’ve seen so much now," he continues. "Felt so much. I understand why you need to do this. Your destiny... It's incredible, Emily. And I’m... I’m really proud of you."

His words warm my heart.

"Thank you, Mark. That means a lot to me." I pause, gathering my thoughts. "You’ve been a huge part of my life. Becoming the Eldruk queen... it changes a lot for me, but it doesn’t change what we've had. I want you to know that."

Mark's eyes soften, and he pulls me into a hug. It's a strong, warm embrace.

"I know, Em. And I respect you so much for taking this on. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise," I whisper.

We stand there for a moment longer, holding onto the past for just a minute more. Finally, we step back. Mark looks at me once more, his gaze lingering as if memorizing my face.

"Take care of yourself, Em. And if you ever need anything..."

"I know where to find you," I finish for him, offering a small, bittersweet smile.

He nods, gives me one last look filled with love, then turns and walks away. I watch him go. There is no sadness, no regret. Only the feeling of resolute strength, knowing I am making the right choice.

Kruk appears at the entrance just as Mark disappears from view. We don't speak at first; he simply nods to me, and we turn together to walk back into the cool shadows of the tunnels. As we move through the dimly lit passageways, our footsteps echo softly off the walls. The air is cool and smells of earth and moss. It's a scent I've come to associate with safety and a new beginning.

"Kruk," I begin, my voice echoing slightly, "were you jealous of the time I spent with Mark and Stripe?"

It's a question that's been nagging at me all morning, a worry about how the dynamics within the Eldruk might work.

Kruk glances at me, his expression unreadable for a moment before he replies.

Not at all. In fact, as queen, you are expected to spend time mating with each Eldruk. It is necessary for the harmony and unity of our community.

His response brings a wave of relief, washing away the small tendrils of concern that had started to form.

"I'm glad to hear that," I reply, my steps feeling lighter. "I want to be a good leader for the Eldruk, to really be a part of this community."

Kruk nods, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light.

You are already well on your way, Emily. Stripe has already been telling the other Eldruk how transformative you were during his mating with you and Mark. The others are eager to experience your pleasure.

Hearing his words, a flush of excitement warms my cheeks. The idea that I could be railed by each and every Eldruk is thrilling.

Kruk leads me deeper into the network of tunnels until we arrive at a grand cave. The space opens up dramatically, the ceiling arching high above. The floor beneath our feet is completely covered in a thick layer of soft moss, cushioning our steps.

"What room is this?" I ask, my voice hushed in awe as I gaze around at the natural majesty of the place.

This , Kruk begins, spreading his arms wide as he turns to me, is the group mating chamber. It is here where all the Eldruk can enjoy the pleasures of their queen together at the same time.

"Can we do that now?" I ask, eager to experience the hairy fuck pile of ten Eldruk all at once.

Kruk nods. There is a hint of pleasure in his expression.

Yes, we can , he confirms.

Kruk raises his voice, a deep, resonant call that echoes through the caverns, reaching out to the other Eldruk. I watch in awe as, one by one, they begin to enter the grand cave. They move with quiet dignity, their eyes on me, filled with a mixture of respect and arousal.

I step into the center of the chamber, feeling the moss soft under my feet. The Eldruk form a circle around me, their presence imposing yet comforting. I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and my courage.

"My lovers," I start, my voice steady and clear, reverberating off the stone walls. "I am deeply honored to stand here before you today."

The Eldruk watch me, attentive and silent, encouraging me to continue.

"I came to your world not knowing the full path I was destined to walk," I continue, my voice growing stronger with each word. "But now, I stand before you, ready to embrace this role, ready to learn, and be filled by your seed."

I pause, looking around at the faces in the crowd, seeing nods of approval and smiles of encouragement.

"With your guidance, I hope to bear many Eldruk children. I am committed to your kind for as long as I am able.”

I take another breath, feeling a tingle between my thighs.

"I am here to serve your cocks, to grow fat with child, and to unite. Let us move forward together now, our bodies humming in the primal dance."

The chamber fills with a soft murmuring of approval. Kruk steps forward, his cock beginning to twitch.

You speak well, Emily. You are truly one of us now , he says, his voice filled with pride.

The air in the cavern is thick with anticipation and hunger. The other Eldruk begin to stir, their massive cocks swinging heavily between their hairy thighs, hardening with each passing moment. Knowing they are here for me, for my royal pussy — it’s almost too much to bear.

Kruk is the first to step forward, his amber eyes locked on mine as he approaches. He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to; his intentions are clear. I stand tall, bracing myself for what comes next.

He places a rough hand on my hip and guides me to all fours, positioning me so that my ass is in the air, my slit exposed and glistening with anticipation. With one strong thrust, Kruk buries himself deep inside me, filling me to the hilt. I gasp at the sudden intrusion. He’s rougher than he has been before, but not careless. His movements are deep and primal as he claims me, marking me as his queen.

The sound of our mating fills the cavern, my moans intermingling with his primal growls. The others, unable to resist any longer, began to couple around us, their bodies moving with a frenzied rhythm.

"Oh, yes!" I moan as Kruk pounds into me relentlessly, his grizzly cock stretching me wide.

Behind me, I feel another Eldruk take my ass. They both work me in a rough but exquisite tango of pleasure as they vie for dominance, driving me higher and higher.

I look around the cavern and see more Eldruk joining in, pairs and then trios forming as they fuck on the mossy floor or against the stone walls. The sound of fur and flesh slapping against each other fills the air as they all succumb to their primal lusts. They are beautiful in their abandonment.

I close my eyes and sink into the pleasure coursing through my body. With Kruk behind me and the other Eldruk pounding forcefully into my ass, I am utterly overcome by sensation. They work in tandem, thrusting hard and deep. My moans echo off the cavern walls, harmonizing with the guttural grunts of the Eldruk surrounding me.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, Kruk lets out a thunderous roar. He empties himself inside me. The smaller Eldruk follows close behind with his own climax. They withdraw. I am full of seed but I must have more.

I look up to see another Eldruk approaching. He gazes down at me, desire burning in his eyes. I rise to meet him, pressing my body against his muscular frame. He wraps his burly arms around me and lifts me effortlessly, spearing me onto his engorged member. My legs wrap around his waist. He begins to move, his powerful thrusts rocking my entire body as he fucks me hard and mercilessly.

Around us the orgy continues unabated, a swirling mass of writhing fur and unrestrained lust. The musk of sex hangs heavy in the air as the Eldruk rut without inhibition. Their stamina seems endless as they switch partners and positions, an endless parade of tongues, cocks, and claws. I am passed between them, never empty for long as one after another takes me hard. My moans turn into screams of ecstasy, and my thighs are soaked with the evidence of their desire. I am not a passive fuck toy – I am the object of their desire. A treasure much coveted.

I find myself with Kruk again. He lies beneath me, his tree-trunk thighs spread wide. I lower myself onto him, impaling myself on his girth. I am in charge. I take whoever's cock I want.

The air fills with the familiar static electricity — the Eldruk magic is palpable around me. I feel powerful. I feel alive.

“I am your queen,” I call out, breathless with lust. “I am your queen, and my cunt is the altar at which you will worship. Fuck me, fill me, worship your queen!”

The static energy in the air intensifies. Their magic courses through me, igniting every nerve ending as our bodies collide in a frenzy of lust and magic.

I am Queen. I am Mother Nature herself.