A Degenerate’s Tale

"I will never change," Earl said, his bright purple eyes gleaming with a certain glow.

To Abelis who has lived for hundreds of years, Earl was just a child. However, the confidence behind his words was something that was not seen often.

"You have a unique charm." Abelis came to a decision.

"What about you? Could you say the same?" Earl returned the question.

The question took the Spirit Knight by surprise. He shook his head and answered, "That's not for me to decide."

The man looked far into the river and continued. "My life is for the Kingdom. That means whatever I become... is only for the Kingdom- my homeland which I love."

"A person like you is the Prince Consort?" Earl chuckled. It was a question that could be taken in many ways.

The prince consort processed the words and answered. "Are you disappointed? You should be. Even before I was born, my fate was already decided as a subject of the royal family and I have no issues with that. Look at me. I have a beautiful family and I live every day to protect their future. That- who could possibly have any complaints with that?"

"I see. Your Highness, who are you?" Earl carefully asked, looking at the most powerful man in the Elven Kingdom who at this very moment- looked so incredibly weak in his eyes. He watched as Abelis struggled to come up with an answer. Unable to stand it anymore, he placed his hand on Abelis's shoulder. "My apologies. I've overstepped my bounds."

The meeting has initially been about Abelis testing Earl but it has turned into Earl catching a glimpse of Abelis's soul.

"I should be the one apologizing." Abelis laughed. "No one has asked me such a question before so I blanked."

Earl smiled warmly and suggested. "Shall we call it a night today?"

"I shall bid my farewells now then."

Abelis left and Earl took a seat on the riverbank, watching the river flow.

As Abelis walked back, the man pondered... Who was he?

He was born in the great family of Ailos- one of the 3 Great Noble Families of the Elven Kingdom.

In his youth, he was the guard of the princess. When they grew up, he became the prince consort, and she became the queen, his wife.

Later, he became a father and his position in the political climate of the Kingdom further solidified.

Now, he had all these things. He was fulfilled. Yes, he was fulfilled. That was the word.

Minutes after Abelis left, Earl was left completely alone by the river. The fresh scent of the grass, the relaxing sound of the river, and the bright light from the full moon accompanied him.

Also at the riverbank was a line of trees in the shadow, unreachable by the moonlight. A womanly silhouette slowly stepped out from behind the tree. It was Saryll.

She made no effort to hide her presence as she stepped onto the grass and sat next to Earl.

Now, the reflection in the river showed them both- sitting side by side. The scene reflected was natural and picturesque- akin to a couples portrait. Earl wrapped his hand around Saryll's shoulder and pulled her closer.

"It wouldn't be fair to the people who took the time to know you..." Saryll whispered and repeated Earl's words. She eavesdropped on their conversation but the sentence seemed to be directed at her.

"Yes, that includes you. My dearest Teacher who has spent so much of her time with me." Earl softly replied, their eyes meeting in the river reflection.

"Did you know I was here?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm glad you're here, though."

"Oh? I was curious as to what you two were going to say," Saryll replied, her face gradually turning red under Earl's influence.

"I'm more interested in you right now."

"You naughty boy..."

"Just a little bit, right?"

"Just a little."

At her confirmation, Earl finally turned to look at the Queen. Her face was full of eroticism and full of unspeakable charms. She was a classic mature beauty with classic elven features of big green eyes and a small, well-shaped nose. Her golden hair looked more luscious than ever under the moonlight. They were wavy and flowed down her shoulders. As usual, she wore a clean white rope decorated with golden accessories, befitting her regal status.

Despite her rope being loose-fitting, all her curves were well defined from how well-endowed she was.

Earl ran his hand through her hair, feeling its silky softness before landing on her face. He caressed her face softly, tracing through her perfect features and trailed off to her ears.

"Mhmm..."

A small moan full of sweetness leaked from her lips.

Earl's Charm Magic never stopped working. Its effects piled up and snowballed without a stop in Saryll and the effects were finally showing.

Gulp.

Saryll swallowed a mouthful of saliva to stop herself from drooling. She bit her bottom lips and closed her eyes, wholly feeling Earl's soft grazes.

Earl smiled in satisfaction and removed his hands.

"Don't stop."

Indeed, the mother-daughter pair was alike in this regard. Albeit, the mother was more proficient in controlling her desires.

"I thought it was just a little bit?"

"We can do more." Saryll licked her lips and pinned Earl against the grass.

"I've dreamed of this." He smiled. The feeling of Saryll mounting on top of his body was glorious. The glint of the moon illuminated all her features for him to admire.

"Remember, it's only a little bit."