She didn’t look at when she said it. Instead, her gaze drifted aside, settling right on Filia. The mont Filia realized she was being addressed, she flinched so visibly it looked like soone had poked her with a hot needle.
"F-Filia..." she whispered, shy and trembling, her voice barely coming out. It was like her words were fighting through layers of fear just to escape her lips.
For the first ti since we arrived, Agneis stepped down from her throne with quiet, dignified steps echoing lightly in the hall as she approached Filia.
Up close, she was exactly how I expected. She was tiny, almost unbelievably so. I could probably wrap one hand around her whole torso and lift her like she weighed less than a feather.
But despite that tiny fra, her presence wasn’t small at all. It was the exact opposite—huge, radiating, almost overwhelming. It felt like sothing impossibly vast was compressed into that little body, leaking out in waves that filled every corner of the room. Even I felt it press against . Filia, who wasn’t used to anyone’s attention, let alone a Queen’s, looked like she might pass out from the intensity.
"Filia, huh?" Agneis murmured, her eyes softening. "Do you rember who your mother was?"
"I–..." Filia hesitated, her voice catching. Her eyes dropped, lashes trembling. "Mm... I rember her... but I don’t... I don’t know her na anymore..."
The silence that followed felt heavy.
I knew her story. Filia had told where she ca from. On a brothel, born to a dwarven mother and so human custor who probably didn’t even rember her face the next day.
Human–dwarf children were so rare they were basically legends. It was dangerous—almost impossible—for a female dwarf to survive carrying a half-human child. The babies grew too large. Too heavy. Too much for a dwarf’s body to handle.
Most of the ti, the mother died. The baby died. Both lives lost before they even had a chance.
But sotis—just sotis—miracles happened. And Filia? She was one of those miracles. Soone who sohow pushed through the odds and lived even though her very birth was sothing nature itself tried to prevent.
"I see..." Agneis whispered.
Then she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Filia.
The sight hit harder than I expected. Agneis hugged her with the gentleness of a mother eting her daughter for the first ti—arms small but full of sincerity. Even though she was tiny enough that Filia had to slightly bend down and it looked like she was the mother between the two of them, the mont didn’t lose its warmth. If anything, the contrast made it even more touching.
"You’ve co so far," Agneis said softly. "I’m so proud of you."
Filia froze at first, confused, unsure why she was being embraced or praised. But hearing those words—words she probably never heard from anyone—broke sothing open inside her. Her shoulders trembled, her breath shook, and tears spilled down her cheeks without her even noticing. The expression on her face twisted into sothing fragile and overwheld.
It was beautiful in a raw, painful way.
So even though Filia was only half-dwarf, Agneis still accepted her without hesitation, like family. Like one of her own.
This... this was what a true Queen looked like.
"Sirion," Agneis said, turning to again. "Why don’t you stay the night here? I want you to tell more about your world. And also, tell more about that woman."
It seed my earlier explanations weren’t nearly enough to satisfy her curiosity. Well, that was fine. If entertaining her helped push the unification forward, then I’d talk all night if I had to.
***
The dwarven houses were incredibly tight—almost comically so. The mont I stepped inside, I had to duck down, shoulders turned slightly inward just to avoid bumping into sothing. It felt like the house itself was pushing back, as if it was telling I didn’t belong here.
Amon and I took one house, while Anne and Filia went to another.
Sure, I could’ve pitched a tent outside... but rejecting a warm place when it was offered would’ve been rude as hell.
"Fufufu~ It’s the first ti I’ve seen you trying this hard to fit sowhere, Master. It’s actually kind of cute," Amon said, giggling as she watched contort myself to avoid hitting the ceiling beams.
Amon fit more easily height-wise, but her body... well, that was a different problem. She was too curvy for her own damn good. Every ti she tried to squeeze through one of the narrow walkways, her hips scraped against the walls like she was trying to shove a lon through a mail slot. It was honestly hilarious.
And then a... very different thought slid into my head.
What if she got stuck in the doorway? What if she couldn’t pull herself out? And what if my horny-ass brain decided to fuck her right there?
She definitely wouldn’t complain. Actually, she’d probably enjoy the hell out of it. But I could think of an even better scenario—one that involved both of us losing control completely.
"Ooh... Master, I’m stuck..." she said, her ass literally wedged in the doorway, her hips refusing to slide through.
I swallowed. Hard.
That ass... holy shit. I wanted to bury my entire face in it. Amon kept getting more and more busty, her curves expanding little by little like her body was slowly shifting into Mammon’s.
I grabbed her butt.
She didn’t resist.
Of course she didn’t.
This was a trap from the start.
She must’ve noticed my hungry stare and deliberately wedged herself there just so I’d take the bait.
"You’re pretty naughty, aren’t you, Amon?" I murmured, pulling her close and pressing my fully hardened cock right against her huge ass.
"Fufufu~ You’re naughty too, Master," she breathed. "You know... I wouldn’t complain if you just pushed down and fucked right here. Whenever and wherever, I’m yours."
I grabbed her big breasts, kneading them slowly. She was massive—so massive my hands couldn’t contain her. Her tits spilled between my fingers, soft, warm, and they were perfect.
"Ahh...~"
Her moan vibrated through her body. I tugged down the boob part of her maid uniform, and her bare breasts bounced free with a heavy, tempting weight.
"Stay like this, Amon," I whispered.
I unbuttoned my pants, freeing my cock. I lifted her skirt, pressing myself between the warm, soft ridges of her ass, rubbing along the curves slowly, letting the friction shoot sparks up my spine.
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