The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

(A/N: You know the drill whenever R-18 appears on your screen. If you don’t like reading these kinds of chapters, feel free to skip them.)

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“How is it this large?” Queenie said, staring daggers at Little Klaus, who had finally been freed. The shock on her face was just too endearing.

“What can I say? Little Klaus is a big boy,” Klaus smiled, watching her expression.

The woman, who had spent 20 full minutes kissing Klaus from head to toe, had finally gathered the courage to approach Little Klaus.

She had been struggling, unable to decide if she should take the final step. However, whenever she was about to chicken out, her sister Ohema’s voice echoed in her mind.

Over the past week, she had been away in Ross City, where she received a detailed lecture on how to become a woman. In fact, she learned things she never knew were possible.

Thankfully, her sister and Miriam, who had already crossed that bridge, helped her immensely. Shamelessly enough, Klaus’s mom, under the pretense of doing her hair, took the opportunity to impart some boldness to her.

So, while she was very shy, she also carried a streak of shamelessness. Thankfully, her shamelessness overcame her shyness, and she chose to take the next step.

Queenie, who managed to take Klaus’s pants off, was now face-to-face with the paragon rod that was slowly waking up from its slumber. Even in its drowsy state, it appeared thick, scaring the hell out of the Asura Princess.

She stared at the sleeping dragon for a whole minute before hesitantly poking it with her finger.

Klaus smiled at her childish behavior. “I won’t bite, my Overlord, unless you don’t take care. In that case, I can’t promise I won’t bite you.”

“Liar,” Queenie blushed, then slowly reached out to touch the rod that could make chaste maidens drool just by looking at it.

Her mind returned to the knowledge she had absorbed. Then, as if wielding a sword, she grabbed hold of Little Klaus. The moment her hand touched it, the rod seemed to acknowledge her touch, nodding with approval.

Blood surged through it, making it harden instantly. Queenie smiled slightly, realizing her sister’s words were true.

She remembered Ohema’s advice: the moment a lady touches a man’s manhood—unless he’s weak—his dragon will respond and respond aggressively.

Queenie leaned her head closer, studying Klaus’s manhood as if it were a treasure she was appraising. Klaus watched her, smiling. He knew Queenie wasn’t very experienced, but he wanted to see how far she could go.

His thoughts shifted, though, when something unexpected happened. Queenie, who was holding his now-erect manhood, bent down and took his balls into her mouth, gently sucking on them while her hands began stroking the shaft.

“Damn,” Klaus muttered.

That was an unexpected move he never saw coming. But she was doing it, and the feeling Klaus was receiving was just too overwhelming.

His blood rushed to his brain as the sensation of pleasure assaulted him. Queenie was giving it her all, more than Klaus could have ever asked for. All he could do was lay back and let her have her way with his diamond jewels.

After sucking on one ball for a while, she switched to the other and began servicing him.

“I can’t believe the leader of the Overlords is sucking my balls,” Klaus said with a smile.

‘Plop.’

His jewel sac fell from Queenie’s mouth, and her cheeks immediately turned beet red. “Y-You don’t have to say it like that.”

Indeed, saying it like that sounded both strange and unbelievable. At this moment, Queenie wasn’t the imposing, cold leader of the Overlords.

She was now Klaus’s woman, choosing to suck his balls. Being reminded of her status and title wasn’t something she wanted to hear right now.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Klaus replied with a smile. Queenie shrugged and went back to her work. She wanted to be his, so she was determined to cement her spot—at the balls.

After making sure she had left her mark, she returned to little Klaus, who was ready to receive her attention. She wasted no time and began sucking it.

Klaus could only groan and moan softly as his Overlord worked on him.

He never expected his life to turn out this way, but he welcomed it. He knew that if things continued like this, he would soon gain the resistance needed to go against the heavens.

When Fruity told him he needed to fortify his heart or else, the heavens would use his hatred against him, a fear buried deep within surfaced. He realized how close he had come to dying or being crippled.

The feeling of dread washed over him, and for a moment, he became scared of Kate Duncan. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was replaced by an unyielding will to kill her at all costs. For that, Klaus wouldn’t back down.

His life was precious to him, and knowing his heart could be manipulated at any time because of his hatred didn’t sit well.

Perhaps that was the price he had to pay for being a paragon. But knowing there was a cure, he wouldn’t back down now. If his hatred could turn against him, then he would fill his life with love.

Even though he didn’t understand why he had become a paragon, he knew it was tied to something very important. Something so significant that he had reincarnated nine times for it.

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No matter what, he wouldn’t fall. Who knows how many would die if he did?

Queenie, unaware of what Klaus was thinking, continued to suck his rod to the best of her abilities. Miriam had advised her to focus more on the balls.

Her exact words were, “If you keep kneading his balls, it will hasten his release, which, I have to tell you, is the best drink you will ever have.”

Queenie took the lesson seriously, and like the good student she was, she followed the teachings faithfully, which indeed hastened Klaus’s release.

“My Overlord, I am nearing my release,” Klaus informed her, but she merely pulled back to the head of his dick and began licking the tip.

A few seconds later, the star juice splashed into her mouth, and she closed her eyes as she gulped it down—every last drop.

After tasting the infamous star juice, something inside her snapped.

“I want more,” Queenie, blushing like a red Martian, requested, holding onto Klaus’s divine rod.

Klaus smiled upon hearing her words. Just like Queenie, his two vixens, Lily and Anna, seemed to love it too, so knowing she wanted more, he allowed her to have her way.

With seven cores formed, his stamina was more than enough to let her have her fill. Taking his unspoken approval, Queenie committed herself, and for the next hour, she did her best to get another taste of the infamous star juice.

Klaus, on the other hand, could only smile, moan, and groan throughout it all. The sensation was simply too good to resist. Thankfully, she knew what she was doing, and the process was as smooth as it was pleasurable.

After she had her fill, Klaus tossed her onto the bed and effortlessly removed her nightwear before burying his face between her legs.