Chapter 47: First TUNA
After his bath, Eren made his way toward Elena’s chamber. The corridors were eerily silent, the entire palace honoring the queen’s command for absolute stillness. His footsteps seemed unnaturally loud against the stone floor.
As he entered the dimly lit chamber, his eyes were drawn to Elena’s silhouette visible through the transparent curtains surrounding her bed. She was naked, her form illuminated by soft candlelight that revealed every elegant curve. Her body appeared flawless from this distance—skin like polished alabaster, her back a graceful arc that complemented her distinctly elven features.
’So I’m having a sex with an elf queen,’ he thought to himself, momentarily frozen in place as he processed what lay before him. The gravity of the ritual ahead settled over him like a weight.
Elena’s voice drifted through the curtains, carrying both authority and invitation. "Don’t just stand there," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Eren drew a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever the mysterious TUNA ritual might entail, and stepped forward.
Eren stepped past the veil of curtains, each fold whispering against his skin like the breath of the forest. The chamber was steeped in warm light—candle flames flickering in golden pools across carved stone walls, reflecting off the silken sheets that adorned the Queen’s bed.
Elena turned toward him, her long white hair falling like starlight down her back. She stood bare, her form graceful yet regal, unmarred by hesitation. But when her eyes fell to him, to the silent gesture he made as he untied the belt of his ceremonial robe, something shifted in her expression—an involuntary breath, a widening of her gaze.
She had never seen a male before—not in truth. Not this close. Not unveiled.
Elena blinked once, lips parting slightly, her voice quiet. "It is... larger than I imagined. The scrolls... they did not describe this."