My world to Free-use

**Chapter 242**

Elara did not comment further on the scene she had walked in on. She simply turned and left, clearly expecting me to follow. Since it was already strange she had come all this way herself, it wasn’t wise to finish up here properly and then go so…

I gently extracted myself from the three warm mouths still working between my legs. Rayla, Sandra, and Martha looked up with varying degrees of reluctance, lips shiny and swollen, but they did not protest. They understood when business called.

I cleaned up quickly, dressed, and followed Elara through the halls until we reached her private office.

The room was large, elegant, and heavily warded. A wide desk of dark wood sat near the tall windows. Valeria closed the door behind us and remained standing just inside, silent and stoic as always.

Elara took her seat behind the desk and gestured for me to approach.

“I have found a method to make you king,” she said without preamble. “Of course, as long as you remain faithful to us.”

Only the three of us were present. No matter the world, talk of making and unmaking kings carried heavy consequences. Elara feared no one, but the matter could still be used against her if it leaked. Her entire scheme would collapse if the other lord houses learned of it too early.

I said nothing yet, waiting for the rest.

While she spoke, I glanced at Valeria. The busty GILF maid stood with perfect, stoic posture, hands folded in front of her. Her figure was impossible to ignore—full, heavy breasts straining against the fabric of her uniform, and below that an extremely gigantic ass that the modest cut of her skirt could barely contain. The soft, massive curves of it shifted heavily whenever she adjusted her weight.

I stepped closer to her instead of remaining in front of the desk.

Elara continued as if she did not notice—or simply did not care.

“It took great effort to convince Elizabeth, but she is convinced.”

I already understood the outline. One of the king’s children had been sentenced to solitary confinement. In his place, someone else would step forward—the true prince. The card the Carlson house had kept hidden ever since the boy’s birth.

Even the prince’s own siblings likely did not know the truth. They must have prepared a way to establish legitimacy.

It was an old scheme. A king worried for a child’s safety sometimes planted a double, a replacement target meant to draw danger away from the real heir.

Since George was dead and could no longer contradict the story, the only difficult part had been convincing Elizabeth. Even if she desired power, she remained a mother first. Sending one of her children away—possibly forever—was never simple.

Other conditions would still need to be met. The chosen prince would have to be someone without strong backing, preferably already last in the succession struggle or written off entirely.

Such a prince almost certainly existed: one with no support, little talent, and no realistic path to the throne.

All I had to do was take his place, then reveal my appearance as a long-prepared plan of Elara’s. To the crafty nobles, it would look less like a scheme and more like foresight.

Behind me would stand Elara von Carlson, soon to carry a different name, though her strength would remain unchanged. Few would dare oppose her directly.

As these thoughts settled, I moved behind Valeria. She did not resist when I placed my hands on the enormous curves of her hips and guided her forward until she was bent over the edge of Elara’s desk, facing her lady. The gigantic weight of her ass pressed back against me even before I touched it properly.

Elara watched without expression.

I lifted the back of Valeria’s skirt. The fabric had to travel a long way over the massive, heavy swell of her ass before I could set it on her back. Once freed, the extremely gigantic ass spilled outward in a thick, overwhelming mass of soft flesh, the deep cleft between the cheeks parting slightly under its own weight. Each globe was so large and heavy that my hands sank deep when I gripped them, fingers disappearing into the soft yield.

I dropped to my knees behind her, spread those enormous cheeks wide with both hands, and buried my face between them completely.

Valeria’s breath hitched hard. A low, strained sound escaped her throat—“Nnhh…!”—before she bit it back.

I dragged my tongue slowly and deeply from her pussy all the way up through the hot, tight valley of her ass, then back down again, licking with open hunger. Her folds were already warm and slick. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her directly, while my entire face was smothered by the soft, massive flesh of her ass. The sheer size of it enveloped me, warm and heavy, pressing against my cheeks and ears.

“Mmh… hah… ahh…” Valeria’s breathing turned uneven almost immediately. Her gigantic ass flexed and trembled against my face as a visible shudder ran down her thighs.

“There’s just one more problem,” Elara said, as though nothing unusual was happening on her desk.

I pulled back just enough to speak, lips still wet and brushing against her, the gigantic cheeks still resting heavily against the sides of my face. “What would that be, my lady?”

“The church. They have chosen a paladin to replace George.”

I returned my mouth to her with more force, sucking hard on her clit before thrusting my tongue deep into her pussy. Valeria’s thighs tensed violently. A muffled, shaky moan broke free—“Ahhh… nnnhh…!”—as I spread those enormous cheeks even wider and licked a slow, firm circle around the tight ring of her asshole, after I cleaned it, then pressed my tongue against it and pushed, working it open.

“Who?” I asked, voice thick and muffled against the overwhelming soft flesh.

“The first prince. The first in line for succession. The crown prince, Galliard.”

I paused only for a second, then attacked her more aggressively. My tongue alternated between fucking her pussy and rimming her asshole with deliberate intensity. The gigantic ass flexed and quivered around my face with every stroke of my tongue. Valeria’s breathing had turned heavy and broken; soft, strained moans kept slipping out no matter how hard she tried to suppress them.

“Hah… mmh… ahh… nnh…!”

If Elara herself called it a problem, then it certainly was one.

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