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The Immortal Skin Part 4 and…
"Am I really doing this...?"Years later, in the ancient Valerius Empire—now ruled by Empress Elizabeth—a thief had snuck into the palace after losing a bet to prove his worth to his friends.
"¡¿?!"
However, upon arrival, he witnessed a shocking scene outside the window of the Empress's bedroom.
"Allow me to ease your tension, Your Majesty... no one pleases you like we do." "It is so... imposing. Let me show you how much we have missed you." "Everything I am is yours. Use me as you wish."
There, he observed that the Empress had a massive phallus growing from her groin, as several beautiful women attended to her with devotion.
"I can't believe it... Ugh."
The sight overwhelmed the thief, who began to masturbate right then and there, in front of the window, until he soon ran out of strength.
"Enough for today. You have served your purpose... leave me alone now."
Having had enough, the Empress immediately dismissed everyone from her chambers, remaining in total solitude.
(Ssssssskkk...)
Then, accompanied by a slow, tense sound, the repulsive figure of a man began to emerge from the Empress's delicate back.
(Fshhhhh)
"It's been a while!"
The masculine figure that had emerged from the Empress exclaimed, carelessly tossing the skin onto the bed.
(Krrr-shhhhh!)
Immediately afterward, the figure opened a secret passage in the room and descended through it.
(Wh-what was that?!)
After the figure had fully descended, the thief, emboldened, slipped into the Queen's dressing room.
"Is this the underwear of the most beautiful woman on the continent?"
Unable to fully process the situation, he let himself be carried away by the excitement of having the Empress's unique clothing and fragrance right before him.
"Such a sensual style! And all these types of garments... I can't take it anymore!"
The deranged thief held the Empress's underwear against his face while the garments rubbed against his crotch.
(This smells so good! The sensation is incredible... this friction... so good, so good!)
Having completely lost his mind, the thief ended up splashing his semen across the room.
"Haaaa... Haaa... Haa..."
When he finished, he lay on the floor to rest, panting with pleasure, staring fixedly at what had driven him mad.
"Is this Her Majesty the Queen's skin?"
He then stood up, walking toward his target, bewitched by the temptation.
"How beautiful! Even as just skin, she is still so lovely."
The thief gazed at Elizabeth's beautiful skin, entranced, as his crotch rose high.
"If this truly is Her Majesty the Queen..."
The thief swallowed hard and lifted the skin before him, opening it to reveal the vulva, which he immediately licked with his tongue.
"Her Majesty's vulva is so sweet!"
The thief thus masturbated while licking, ejaculating once more as he fell deeper and deeper into depravity.
"My penis is in Her Majesty's mouth!"
Lying on the Queen's grand bed, the thief embraced her skin, kissing it and thrusting his penis into the mouth of the Queen's skin.
"This is incredible! Am I dreaming?"
The thief released almost all of his semen, left nearly empty in the midst of his sickly enjoyment.
"Haahhh... Haaa... Fuff..."
Finally, panting heavily as he finished, the thief remained by the bed, contemplating the Empress's exquisite skin.
(What if I wore this skin?)
At that moment, his heart pounded wildly, and a bold idea sparked in his mind.
"Gulp..."
Just as the thief lifted Elizabeth's skin, swallowing hard as he stepped his legs into it...
"It isn't a good habit to touch other people's things without permission!"
...a voice resonated behind him.
"¡¿?!"
Turning around, the thief saw a beautiful elf with a face of such symmetry it bordered on the unreal, emerging from the secret passage.
(Elves are a rare and long-lived race, and it is said that every elf possesses a beauty no less than that of Her Majesty the Queen).
Incredulous at the bizarre events unfolding one after another that night, the thief finally regained some semblance of sanity.
"You... who are you?"
He could only ask, hoping to get some answers.
"You dare to ask me? The skin you are holding in your hand is mine!"
The response from the elf, who feigned disgust, confirmed his suspicions.
"No... I clearly..."
Not knowing how to escape the situation, the thief stammered incoherently.
"You clearly saw a man, didn't you?"
With no intention of prolonging the situation, the elf cut the conversation short.
"Yes."
Trapped, the thief could only nod with an air of naivety.
"Then! Why don't you think about why I got rid of that skin? Of course, it was to get a new body! My original body had reached its limit!"
Unexpectedly, in response to her confession, the elf spread her hands, boasting like a charlatan.
"After so many years of searching, I have finally found a wonderful body. It comes from a long-lived race, blessed by warriors, mages, and goddesses, and it also possesses special talents. Obtaining this body is a great victory; all my years of effort have been worth it!"
The elf then embraced her own body with a look of malicious satisfaction.
"How should I address you?"
Sensing the danger, the thief submitted, now convinced that the elf before him was that same masculine figure he had seen emerging from the Empress.
"My original name does not matter. Anyway, I am leaving soon. By the way, how about I give you Queen Elizabeth's skin?"
In response, the elf seemed to think for a moment before addressing the man.
"The Queen's skin? You're going to give it to me?"
Facing such an act, the thief was incredulous, unable to comprehend what was happening.
"But first, it must be modified."
However, the elf, oblivious to his confusion, began to recite a spell that bathed Elizabeth's skin in light.
"Put it on now! Put it on, and you shall have the Queen's body!"
As she finished her incantation, the elf tempted the thief, moving closer to help him pull on Elizabeth's skin.
(Schlup!)
In that way, the thief felt the sensation of wearing the Queen's skin; the interior was damp and slippery. It felt less like wearing skin and more like sliding inside her, which was enough to excite him instantly.
"Did I really become the Queen?"
When it was finished, "Elizabeth" looked at her reflection in the mirror, pleasantly surprised.
"The Queen is so beautiful!"
Taking advantage of "Elizabeth's" excitement, the elf approached and slid her fingers into the new body's vagina.
"She is not only beautiful, but also very comfortable!"
The ancient wizard, having used that body for so many years, knew its erogenous zones to perfection.
"Mmm! How stimulating!"
Faced with the stimulation, "Elizabeth," unable to take it anymore, collapsed onto the bed.
"Are you that comfortable? Then, let me comfort myself a bit too."
Enjoying the situation, the elf smiled mischievously.
"Transmutation magic activated: Body Modification!"
And with a spell, a massive penis grew from the elf's flat abdomen.
"Even though I have been using Elizabeth's body for many years, I've never actually fucked her! This time, I'm going to get my fill!"
Thus, the elf ignored the thief's feelings inside Elizabeth's body and thrust her penis directly into her vagina, all the way to the hilt.
"Truly a masterpiece! Even after all this time, it's still so tight... so incredible!"
"Ugh~"
Faced with the sudden surge of excessive pleasure, "Elizabeth" fainted, unable to defend herself.
"What? You fainted already? You're a novice!"
Annoyed by such a reaction, the elf waved her hand and forcibly awakened Elizabeth with magic. Now that her body had a wizard's protection, she could use her magic at will.
"Ugh~"
Unfortunately, despite that, Elizabeth fainted again, not knowing how to handle such pleasure, so the elf awakened her once more, continuing this cycle until dawn.
"What do you think? That body is great, isn't it?"
When she was finished, the elf asked Elizabeth, who was collapsed on the bed, with a malicious smile.
"Her Majesty's body is simply amazing. I never want to take it off again."
To which the thief, using Empress Elizabeth's body, replied.
"Very well then, good luck."
Pleased with the response, the elf made a gesture with her hand, and a dozen dark figures appeared in the room. They were the undead created over the years.
"Are you leaving already?"
Watching the scene, Elizabeth murmured weakly, anticipating the departure.
"Yes! Your Majesty, I specifically reassigned the Imperial Knights to prepare for today's departure."
The elf replied, stepping into her role as a servant before leaving.
"No wonder my infiltration was so smooth."
The thief inside Empress Elizabeth exclaimed, finally realizing why he had encountered no trouble getting in.
"Ah, right, I forgot to tell you that Ellie's skin has become a permanent magic artifact. That means it will not age or die. But I have removed the restrictions, so now anyone can wear it. Be careful, don't let anyone else steal it! Goodbye!"
After saying those parting words, the elf leapt out the window, vanishing into the night.
"As expected of a body blessed by a warrior! Is it really that easy to scale walls?"
Watching the elf's disappearance with awe, Empress Elizabeth rubbed her generous breasts and burst into a wild laughter.
"From today on, I am Her Majesty the Empress of the Empire, hahaha!"
As she laughed, a penis suddenly emerged from the Empress's vagina.
"Oh~ Am I too excited? A queen with a penis? That won't do. I shall use the hands of the most beautiful woman on the continent to soothe the member of this vile thief!"
After that, time passed relentlessly, and the Empress of the Empire seemed immortal, ruling the country for generations. Even after rebellions and coups d'état, Her Majesty remained the supreme ruler, governing the Empire eternally.
But what no one knew was the dark secret behind that "immortality." Centuries later, an elf of breathtaking beauty returned to the royal capital.
"Who wears that skin now?"
Contemplating the bronze statue of the Queen in the plaza, she murmured to herself:
"Ah, it doesn't matter. The most urgent thing is to find the goddess's hiding place and steal her body. Turning her into a mere shell sounds thrilling! I can't wait! What would it feel like to control the body of a goddess?"
Greedy for more power, the ancient wizard—dwelling within the elf's body—had collected ancient secrets regarding the inner workings of his own world. Thanks to this, he discovered that the primary goddess, Ky'lar, functioned less as a deity and more as a mechanism to combat the periodically unstable Demon King that their world always summoned.
The world of Ky'lar periodically and randomly summoned a Demon King from another world; only when said demon lord appears does the primary goddess gain access to her full power, which she uses to summon heroes and defeat them. Once the Demon King is defeated, the goddess's power gradually diminishes, eventually turning her into a common person, albeit slightly stronger. However, her beauty and longevity do not fade; she is a truly immortal being in that world.
Faithful to his title as Archbishop of Greed, the wizard decided to usurp the goddess's position. Through the knowledge gathered over centuries of life, he discovered that the goddess never personally destroyed the Demon King. This was not due to the world's limitations or her own will, but because of human coercion: through their faith, humans created an immortal and perfect goddess, but simultaneously diminished her power, forcibly imposing their own will upon her soul and forcing her to use humans to destroy the recurring Demon King.
"She must be hidden here."
The period between the destruction of the old Demon King and the birth of the new one is when the goddess's power is at its weakest, and also when she is relatively most free.
"This search has lasted far too long."
During this time, she usually disguises herself as a common human to experience different mortal lives.
"If only I hadn't let her escape back then..."
One day, the goddess, while experiencing the life of a shepherd on the frontier, looked into the distance, sensing imminent danger: someone was using her own divine protection to track her down.
"This time, you won't escape."
Because of that, the goddess fled in haste, as she was already too weak to take any risks.
Thus, a beautiful elf, accompanied by a dozen followers, arrived at the frontier pastures months later, but the goddess had vanished without a trace, beginning a game of hide-and-seek that lasted hundreds of years...
"Elf... what do you want from me?"
...Until now.