A Perfect Elven Princess
Part Three.
Warm morning sunshine dappled the platinum-haired Princess’s face as she slowly roused in a knot of twisted and stained bedding, wrapped up tight with Idril’s arm slung across her waist from behind.
She smiled as memories of the night before trickled into her sleep-addled brain. It had been wild, torrid. An evening overflowing with heated exhilaration and seemingly endless explosive ecstasy in tribute to her most beloved Prince Seberin.
No… her handsome husband-to-be!
She wriggled and kicked at the sheets in girlish excitement, a blush creeping across her porcelain complexion as she muffled a happy squeal in a large feather pillow.
Taking in a deep breath, Erulia let out a satisfied sigh and rolled onto her back. There he was, still booking down on her. Still watching over her as she slept. Still so rugged and handsome and virile, with his towering god-like physique and gorgeous suckable cock still buried in the beautiful goddess’s throat.
Heaven’s but how could it not be? A capital “M” Man like Prince Seberin with a capital “C” Cock such as his demanded respect and acts of service were a sign of the deference he richly deserved.
They weren’t married yet, some other lucky lady could keep his meaty scepter warm and wet for her in the meantime.
Erulia closed her crystalline eyes as she languidly stretched and let her dainty hands trace the sleek lines of her naked, nubile figure. Her imagination swam with fantasies of herself as the marvelous Man’s bride.
Would he take her maidenhead right there in the holy chapel?
Bend her over the altar and hike up her wedding gown—no, tear off her white wedding gown with his strong hands and ravage her tiny virgin elfhood in front of all their noble guests so there could be no question of the consummation?
She could almost see the ranks of shocked high-born faces filling the pews dressed in their finest attire. All gaping in disbelief as the newly crowned King Seberin impaled her; his elven Queen upon his steely lance and plundered her fertile pussy in front of their combined courts and families. Thoroughly deflowering her before the whole world and impregnating her at the inception of their marital union.
Her fingers teased up her trim belly and brushed tantalizingly over her pebbling pink nips where they sat atop heavy handfuls of sensitive flesh.
“Mmmmmm~...”
Perhaps (if she asked him ever so nicely) he would let her ride that incredible Cock as he sat upon the throne taking audiences from diplomats and supplicants every other day.
Erulia didn’t want to appear too greedy for her future husband’s affection or distract him from his royal obligations but she was quite small and he was impressively large. It would be no hindrance at all to his Kingly duties if he could talk over her stifled cries of passion and hot grinding body as he stuffed her hungry womb full to bulging with his potent baby-batter.
...And fucked her flat high elf tummy big and fat with his perfect offspring!
Her roaming hands teased at her stiff raspberry peaks as her toned ass lifted from the bed in short jerking thrusts, humping the air as the pointy-eared Princess was lost to her lurid fantasies.
They would have to be presented to the populace, the common folk of Bathard, probably from one of the imposing castle balconies. Hunky King Seberin looking so commanding in his parade uniform with two chests worth of glimmering medals and Erulia dressed in a wispy, insubstantial spider silk negligee. The courtyard and streets below would be crowded with peasants all looking up in awe at her. Cooing and singing his praises, with her thick milk-filled tits pancaked against the wide marble railing and her sloshing pregnant belly swaying as he hammered her bare ass from behind like a blacksmith’s anvil...
“My Lady, are you awake?”
Rudely dragged back to reality by Idril’s concerned voice, Erulia slumped back into the bed feeling distinctly dissatisfied. She had been enjoying her fanciful daydreams and felt like she was on verge of some profound personal revelation before the unwelcome interruption.
Slick juices coated her petite hairless snatch, smooth thighs and round butt cheeks as she relaxed back down into the messy sheets.
Goodness, she was wetter than a river nymph and feeling twice as randy, which was saying something.
“I’m up, Idril.” She groaned, masking her feverish face with a draped forearm. “Have the servants bring us more tea. I am parched as the Burning Wastes after last night.”
The Princess paused waiting for her handmaiden’s compliant response and eventually uncovered her face to check on the silent elf.
“Idril? Did you hear—Oh!”
Her friend was staring at her with wide hazel eyes and her hands covering her mouth in astonishment which Erulia returned as she took in the stunning wood elf’s bombastic new appearance.
Idril’s face was the same with its delicately pretty features—if one didn’t count her plush pouty lips—but her usually slim, toned body had radically grown in particular places overnight. Two tanned hillocks of spherical flesh sat high and firm upon her previously modest chest, capped in stiff brown nipples the size of copper pieces. Her waist and belly were still smooth and trim with only a hint of a pooch to the latter but her hips and buttocks flared out dramatically where they rested on kneeling thighs thick with new muscle.
The lacy maroon mini dress they had been using as a means of measurement hung about her hourglass waist like a ripped and tattered belt. It would probably have to be cut off her hyper-curvy figure as Erulia couldn’t fathom any way of squeezing the freshly inflated elvish bombshell out of it.
There was just so much of her now…
“P—Princess, look at you!”
“Look at me?” Erulia boggled at the brash outburst. “Take a glance at yourself, Idril. You’ve grown huge!”
The voluptuous wood elf dropped her gaze to her vastly enhanced breasts then gasped. Curious, the platinum-haired Princess did the same to herself with a mirrored reaction.
Tits. There were actually tits down there!
Her previously inconsequential chest had swollen dramatically as she slept. Now there were two full ivory teardrops of titty flesh hanging pendulous and heavy below her sculpted collarbones. Erulia was relieved to observe that they hadn’t blown up like the twin udders exploding from her companion’s torso, instead she had a happy, shapely pair of breasts—if exceptionally large for her lithe frame—that would fill a certain Man’s big hands in an aesthetically pleasing fashion.
”Oommph~...” Idril moaned, she had begun playing with her overgrown bosoms immediately. Squeezing them roughly and pulling hard at her hickory nips with a lewd sagging of her plump strawberry lips. “What do you think is happening to us?”
”Haaa—It’s the Sorceress Queen’s magic, remember?” Erulia was being more gentle with her own explorations but her tight pink tips were terribly sensitive and seemed hardwired to her slowly revving nethers. “We drank all those draughts of fecundity that she gave us and may have got carried away.”
“Wha—what does fecundity mean again, my Lady?”
“Fertile… the ability to produce an abundance of offspring.”
The bodacious wood elf just moaned again at the abbreviated explanation and released one massive knocker to start yanking at her chestnut hair again as she cruelly twisted a chocolate teet.
Long lustrous hair that seemed denser and shinier than ever before as she tugged at thick fistfuls as though she wanted to tear it out by the roots.
“Yes, oh gods yes!” Idril exalted, her broad hips churning as her colossal tits bounced and rippled. “I want to be that… fecund for Him. Fertile for Him. Let my womb be as rich loam in which his plentiful seed will germinate and grow a forest of children to continue his royal line!”
Erulia gaped as a line of something creamy and white flowed over her handmaidens pinching finger tips.
Was that… milk?
Her own hands were dry, no matter how fervently she plucked at her own raspberry peaks and suddenly she was very conscious of the all-to-visible contrasts in their motherly proportions.
Idril looked like a walking, talking, cock-ready baby factory on legs. All child-bearing hips, slappable rump, lactating melons and spreadable thighs.
While Erulia was… what? A pointy-eared twig with blonde hair, a pretty smile and a nice pair of tits.
“Get out.” She whispered, the crushing weight of inadequacy stooping her slender shoulders.
“P—Princess?” The buxom wood elf had frozen mid-squeeze at the icy tone in her commanding voice.
“Get out and LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Princess Erulia Gadarel, third scion of the noble house Gadarel of the Mithril Spires was scrambling desperately about on her hands and knees under the four poster bed, hoping to discover a stray vial of the purple fertility potion when there was a rapping at her apartment door.
“I told you to go away!” She yelped, feeling embarrassed of her present ignoble position.
The door was swung open with a quiet creak and there was the sharp click-clack of heels on stone entering the room.
“I am unaccustomed to taking commands within my own palace, child.” A voice like deep velvet gently replied. “Come out from there, you will find naught but dust bunnies hiding under your bed.”
Erulia nearly cracked her head on the frame when she recognized the Queen’s voice. Scurrying back on all fours she stood, turned and made to curtsy only to remember she had no skirts to fan.
The naked Princess covered her big new breasts with an arm and her bare elfhood with her hand as she bowed instead.
“Y—your Majesty!” She stammered, blushing crimson all the way up to the tips of her pointed ears. “Many apologies, you have caught me in a moment of distress.”
“More like undress, Princess.” Queen Annarosa smiled and for once there was no haughty menace in the expression, only motherly concern and empathy. “There is no need to stand on formality, I am merely here to check on you after word reached me about your tiff with your handmaiden this morning.”
She was? How much had she been told?
Erulia cocked a manicured brow in suspicion at the beguiling monarch. She was enchantingly attired like the dark sorceress she was rumored to be in an strapless obsidian gown that conformed to her ripe matronly figure like a silken sheath. It was floor-length and lacy, and appeared to cover most of her body at first glance. But there were areas where the silk parted to reveal the smooth olive skin hidden beneath.
Long slits ran up both sides, high enough to expose the lace of her stockings and the bodice framed her enormous plump breasts wonderfully with a stretched-wide keyhole that displayed the deep valley of her cleavage. As a whole, the dress hugged her thick hourglass figure from toes to tits, covering almost everything but hiding very little.
Even her hints of make-up and tumbling ebony tresses were stylishly touched up and arranged, giving the royal matron a carefully constructed air of ageless impeccability. From the knife-heeled onyx boots on her feet to the touches of dusky rouge on her sharp cheekbones and blood red lipstick on her plush lips.
The stunning overall effect only made Erulia feel worse about the unruly state of déshabiller she had been caught in. She whipped the stained and wrinkled sheet of the bed in an attempt to cover her humiliation. The nectar-soaked satin stuck wetly to her expanded tits and wafted the stink of sex around her, hardening her raspberry nipples to poke accusingly through the glossy fabric.
“P—please, your Majesty. Grant me a few minutes to cloth and compose myself, then I will happily attend—”
“Nonsense, child.” The Queen pooh-poohed away her stuttered protestations with a wave of her hand and took a seat on the edge of the bed, crossing one long shapely leg over the over and patting the mattress beside her invitingly. “It is just us girls here now, there is nobody to overhear us. I wish for you to forget our stations and all the courtly rubbish that comes with them, simply talk with me, woman to woman. Tell me what ails you, Daughter.”
Daughter?!
Her tone was all understanding. Sympathetic. The regal iciness gone to be replaced by a radiant maternal warmth Erulia hadn’t known she craved until that very moment. Tears welled in her crystalline eyes as she rushed to sit at the gorgeous Queens side and leaned into a proffered shoulder.
“I tried, Highness, I really tried,” She sobbed, clutching at the older woman’s arm before it wrapped comfortingly around her slim waist in a wordless sign of support. “I drank pot after pot of the tea, and as much of the potion as I could but—”
“Shush… I know you did, Princess.” Her Majesty crooned, pressing a silencing finger to Erulia’s lips and the high elf resisted the sudden urge to slide her babbling mouth over the dainty digit to suck upon it. “You have impressed me greatly with your comportion and refinement despite your initial misgivings and natural disadvantages.”
“Disadvantages? Wha—urk!”
Erulia’s confused response was cut off by the Queen’s abruptly inserted finger pressing down on her moist tongue which instinctively lashed around the intrusive appendage.
“Do not misunderstand, Dear. I do not speak ill of your noble heritage or disparage the many fine qualities of the high-born elves of the Mithril Spires. I mean only to say that the innate magical resistance that your kin are so proud of holds your people back in ways you cannot properly comprehend.”
“Holdth uth back?” She slurred curiously, eagerly slurping and bobbing her puckered face on the bewitching monarch’s index finger.
Something about the motion felt so good. So… right. As though this small gesture of submissive acquiescence to her glorious majesty would lead to a more fulfilling and carnally gratifying relationship in the near, if cloudy, tomorrow.
“High elves fear mortal sorcery even as they practice their own school of powerful ancient magic.” Queen Annarosa cinched in her hold on Erulia’s tiny waist, dragging her closer into her soft curvaceous side. “They forbid the wielding those same powers upon the physical form as though doing so were blasphemy but bear witness my beauty and recognize the boundless benefits!”
Erulia was looking. Her Majesty was so radiantly exquisite that she couldn’t tear her watering eyes away from the dazzling lady, even as she mutely lapped at her manicured forefinger.
“This is what you are being denied, Daughter.” She continued, withdrawing her finger and playfully bopping the smitten Princess on the nose with it. “My magic alone cannot refine your high elven body to accept my perfect Seberin’s seed. It resists my flesh sculpting sorcery in a way your wood elf companion’s could not. She was looking much improved, if a little flustered, when my servants found her wandering the corridors this morning.”
Erulia felt terrible about how she reacted to Idril’s fecund transformation and lowered her flushed face in shame. “Is she alright? I didn’t mean to lose my temper with her. I was…”
Her words trailed off as the Queen pulled her pliant head into her shoulder and began to stroke her long starlight hair in soothing strokes.
“Envious? I understand, truly I do. My brilliant son is a much admired Man, by none more so than me; his loving mother.” She cooed, summoned a gust of wind with an idle gesture that blew the makeshift coverings off all the portraits crowding the apartment. Suddenly many heart-melting pairs of identical amber eyes were staring into the trembling elven Princess again. “Say it. Tell me that he is the most handsome man to ever draw breath.”
“He is the most handsome—” Erulia began to agree breathlessly before the Queen pushed onwards with increasing fervor.
“Admit that he is powerful beyond all mortal ken.” She husked into a pointed ear before laying a gentle kiss upon the sensitive tip.
“He is powerful beyond all mortal ken…”
“Confess to yourself that he is the perfect paragon of virile masculinity.”
Heavens but he was, every inch of each vision of the hunky prince was a shining dedication to the temple of Manhood and Seberin was its transcendent avatar!
A delicate hand was guiding Erulia’s twitching fingers back between her slim thighs again where her dewy flower pulsed with renewed arousal.
“He is the perfect paragon of virile masculinity!” She panted, gratefully probing her slick folds as the Queen rubbed her arching back in comforting circles.
“Tell me, Daughter, do you yearn to carry his heirs and swell large with his babies?”
By all the stars in the night sky, Erulia wanted nothing more in that moment. Her pristine pussy was on fire for Him and she would have relinquished her title, her birthright and all her worldly belongings just to feel that massive mighty member unleashing its life-giving royal seed inside her young fertile womb.
“I want it, I really do! I need to be the vessel that bears the fruit of his majestic loins and carries his illustrious lineage into the bright future of his glorious reign—may it last a thousand years!”
She was cumming again—another daisy chain of tantalizing micro-orgasms, the tiniest taste of the cunt-splitting ecstasy her betrothed would undoubtedly deliver—wrapped up in her soon to be mother-in-law’s warm embrace and staring with wide crystalline eyes at a picture of perfect Prince Seberin.
He was standing tall and stalwart, naked and ferociously erect before his golden throne with a ranks upon ranks of kowtowing women in resplendent noble dress pressing their pretty foreheads to the marble floors in an act of utter subservience to his supreme superiority.
“Good girl, good girl.” Queen Annarosa purred, brushing the top of Erulia’s dizzy skull with her hot, murmuring lips. “I want that for you too. All you have to do is open yourself to me. Allow my sorcerous gifts entry to you and I can grant you everything your innocent elvish heart desires.”
“H—How?”
The single word was choked out, throttled by her obdurate arousal as another short gush of lurid wetness squirted from around thrusting fingers to soak the bedding under her pale pert backside.
“Simply surrender yourself entirely to him. Cease struggling against the inevitable and bare your soul to his all-encompassing magnanimity.” The raven-haired monarch crooned, guiding Erulia to her staggering feet as she continued to helplessly trim herself senseless and was charitably led towards the standing armoire. It opened with a magical flourish. “And wear this. Much power and resources have been expended to create this masterpiece for your special day.”
The high-born Princess blinked dazedly at the unveiled outfit. There was only the one today, where before there had been many. Pure bridal white. Snowy and dripping with diamonds. Emanating a crushing magic force that rubbed her innate arcane resistance raw like coarsest sandpaper.
…and Erulia welcomed it as she stared upon the gorgeous glimmering gown.
“My special day?” She asked with a hopeful smile.
Princess Erulia; noble daughter of the Mithril Spires strutted down the palace corridors, merrily arm in arm with none other than the Blood Rose of Bathard herself.
“How do you like the name Francisco if the first born is a boy, Daughter?” Queen Annarosa enthused, smiling at her as they walked in coordinated step, high boot heels clicking on the stone floor in a matching rhythm. “Or Alfonso perhaps? That was my grandfather’s name.”
Her smile was so dazzling, how had Erulia ever thought it cruel? Everything about the stunning matriarch was brilliant and awe-inspiring. As it should be, she was the perfect Queen Mother to the most perfect Prince to ever exist.
The platinum-haired Princess almost stumbled at the delicious shiver that thought sent through her supple flesh but the beneficent royal steadied her without missing a step.
It was true though. Queen Annarosa had been the very definition of kindness and generosity in helping her dress for the coming audience with the handsome Prince Seberin. They had chatted and giggled excitedly as the Queen brushed and braided her starlight hair.
Erulia’s hands had been somewhat occupied between her legs at the time.
Her highness had showered the young elf in compliments and gifts of exquisite jewelry so lavish they would turn an ancient red dragon green with envy. Every gold link and glittering gemstone hummed with powerful arcane energy of course but Erulia just let it all flow into her.
The smoky eyed matriarch fastened and adjusted each buckle and strap of the complicated outfit personally, stroking and caressing Erulia’s flawless flesh as she poured honeyed words of encouragement into her pointy receptive ears. The woman was surely an angel brought to the material plane to guide the elven Princess into the strong hands of her beloved betrothed.
Perfect Prince Seberin.
Hnnnrgh~!
“Oops… steady now, Daughter. We’re nearly there.” The Queen giggled, it sounded like the strummings of a heavenly harpist. “How are we feeling now?”
She. Felt. Amazing.
Of course she did, it was all just as her breathtaking mother-in-law had said it would be.
The act of suppressing her own magical resistance had been difficult at first, not unlike overcoming the natural instinct not to breathe in water when submerged. But in small fractions and minuscule increments she had begun to absorb the potent auras and spells buffeting her inherent protections, and the more she let in the easier it became.
Truly, the incredible sorceress’s wisdom was unsurpassed in all matters.
“G—Good… excited… warm…”
“That is to be expected, Daughter. I am so pleased with your progress today. My darling Seberin will be very happy to meet you at last.”
Gods but just the thought of him! Her hyperactive ovaries practically rumbled at the mention of his glorious name.
The powerful wards of the castle no longer crashed and pounded at the edges of Erulia’s arcane perception. Now they washed over them, polished them smooth as glass pebbles, buffing them down into shiny metaphysical nubs as the magic coursed freely through her.
The effects were spectacular and pronounced. Only becoming more so as they approached the most heavily enchanted section of the castle; the throne room and the King’s private chambers.
It had begun in her chest, just like the night before when she had sprouted a pair of ripe ivory melons but little else. Now every surge of mystical power added new weight and creamy contours to her inflating cleavage, pushing them proudly out in front of her in bold defiance of gravity. She loved the way they rippled and sloshed with each sashaying step, full to bursting with milk to feed her babies.
And she would have those babies, of that there could no longer be any doubt.
Her once-slender hips were widening with each fresh little cum thrilling through her nethers every other minute. Her trim rear was taking on additional heft as well as though eager to keep up with the rest of her child-bearing bottom half and playing tug-of-war with the lacy white thong that was fast disappearing into the deepening crack between her spreading butt cheeks.
She was even growing taller, Erulia was sure of it. She had begun the blissfully orgasmic journey at the Queen’s side barely coming up to the statuesque woman’s shoulder but now they were basically at a level with each other. Her immaculately lean dancer’s body was growing longer in some places, smaller and tighter in others, while simultaneously plumping-up and expanding in still more places.
Fortunately Queen Annarosa had clearly accounted for this—in all her superb wisdom and foresight—in the choice of the Princess’s attire for this most special day of days.
The elegant garment wreathing her swelling curves was a cunningly tailored array of criss-crossing straps of figure-hugging gossamer lace and loose swishing folds of purest white silk lined in curling thread of gold embroidery.
It left much of Erulai’s pale shiny flesh exposed. Two silken panels in the shape of pointed birch leafs extended down from the gemstone encrusted choker at her neck to drape luxuriously over her heaving braless breasts, unsecured at any other point as not to impede the growth beneath the flowing fabric.
A snowy half-cape trimmed in polar fur hung from her slim shoulders, ending well above her increasing round backside which was still in the process of devouring the shoestring thong pinching into the broadening flesh of her hips. Delicate white elbow gloves with match golden patterns encased her still-slender arms and a glittering diamond belt cinched her tiny unaltered waist, supporting a barely-there ruffled chiffon skirt that covered nothing at all and a long pelvic flap of alabaster silk that modestly concealed her soaking wet nethers.
…And she was still changing! Each stuttered step deeper into the magically saturated palace thickened her glossy starlight hair and wobbling thighs, making her hotter and more gravid for her perfect future husband’s breeding pleasure.
Erulia wanted to yowl like a wildcat in heat by the time they reached the audience hall and looked up at the massive throne room doors.
Blinking the sweat out of her eyes, she looked around in a daze at the unusually empty room. Gone were the crowds of preening female supplicants and the amazonian royal guards. There wasn’t a single one of the everpresent underdressed maids in sight. It was just her—a panting gushing mess of horny anticipation—and the gorgeous Queen Annarosa practically holding her up by an arm.
“Are you ready, Daughter?” The older woman asked in a hushed reverent tone. “Are you prepared to meet my darling son and look upon his glory in person? It is no small occasion, I warn you.”
Was Erulia ready? She had left a sloppy breadcrumb trail of leaking juices from her apartments to this point in her dripping, needy readiness!
She gulped and took a calming breath which accomplished little before replying. “I am, your Majesty.”
“Please, dear one, after today you must call me mother.”
Then the beguiling Sorceress Queen; the infamous Blood Rose of Bathard leaned forward and took Erulia’s plush rosy lips in a passionate, tongue-fueled kiss.
”Mmmnnff~!”
Surprised as she was, the buxom elven Princess melted into the sumptuous matriarch’s warm embrace and moaned into her pretty mouth as they tasted each other at the threshold to her destiny.
She didn’t hear the large double doors swinging open as her questing hands gripped Queen Annarosa’s firm ass and pulled their writhing hips together to grind in illicit arousal, smearing their damp crotches against one another through their insubstantial outfits in an incautious moment of lust-laden madness.
“Announcing Princess Erulia of the noble house Gadarel from the nation of the Mithril Spires!” A booming feminine voice declared.
“Huh… What?”
Erulia’s mind had gone blank for a moment, consumed with lewd desire for the bewitching olive-skinned matron. Then with an excited squeal she turned and all but skipped into the throne room as thunderous applause rolled down from the balconies above to greet her long awaited entrance.
The upper galleries were packed to the rafters with attractive young noble women and female foreign dignitaries from across the continent. Their manner of courtly attire was drastically abbreviated, showing off leagues of exposed skin, mountain ranges of overflowing cleavage, and vast forests of shapely legs bared all the way to the tops of their smooth thighs.
The throne room itself was ringed with ranks of the tall, athletically built warrior women of the royal guard, armored in their studded leather push-up corsets, small segmented skirts and gladiator sandals, all standing at rigid attention. A line of the inevitably busty—and in many cases, visibly pregnant—maid servants extended along either side of the luxurious runway of red carpet forming a frilly black and white corridor leading up to the dias.
“Welcome Princess Erulia!” They all chorused, bowing so low their curtains of glossy hair swept the marble floor and their bouncy petticoats flew up to flash their pantiless behinds.
Erulia didn’t see—couldn’t see any of it. Her entire world was zoomed in on the towering figure of majestic masculinity seated upon the raised throne.
Prince Seberin, in person at last and breath-taking to behold in all his kingly glory.
His adonis-like body could have been hewn from granite by the gods themselves. His tumbling chocolate curls framed a bold lantern-jawed face that must have broken a thousand damsel’s hearts. His princely garb was a well-fitted frock coat and trousers in deep royal blue with enough silver frogging to outfit an entire fleet of pimped-out pirates.
…And no shirt beneath. Just naked, glistening, biteable slabs of chest muscle flexing for the entire court to drool over.
Heart racing and pupils dilated, she stumbled to a halt as the most perfect man Erulia had ever dreamed of shone like a blazing beacon with layer upon countless arcane layer of intricate, overpowering spell-weavings. He radiated mystic potential like a blinding starburst and when he locked those glowing amber eyes on the shuddering elven Princess, the irresistible force of it hit her like a rampaging behemoth.
“Ohmagawds—hhurrrngh~!” She guttered, heedless of the onlooking spectators as the indomitable power ripped through her fragile core and buckled her knees in a bone-shaking climax.
Erulia could already feel the Prince within her, his dominant arcane influence remolding her insides to accept his vigorous seed and nurture the young that would assuredly take root in her fertile young baby belly. Her puckered nipples began to leak pearly lactate and love juices ran down her thick, quivering thighs as she looked up in starry-eyed worship at the exemplar of manly might gazing back at her with a speculative expression on his hunky face.
“I must say, mother, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. The beautiful Princess here looks ready to pump out triplets for us from only a glance at me.”
Prince Seberin’s amused voice was rich and gruff, like the rumble of an avalanche to Erulia’s ears as she began to crawl towards him.
“Nothing but the best for my perfect boy.” Queen Annarosa purred, helping the platinum-haired Princess to her feet and slowly guiding her towards the golden throne. “Her high elven lineage will add much to our royal bloodline and increase our families magical aptitude for generations to come, along with her familial prestige and other political benefits.”
“She’s certainly sexy enough, are you telling me she’s more than another belly to swell?”
He found her sexy!
Erulia’s heart was full to bursting with lovey-dovey rapture as she drank in more of his overwhelming aura and fell into his glowing amber orbs. They were like two flaring butterscotch novas filling her vision and capturing her soul in their gravimetric pull.
“Seberin! How could you think such a thing?” Her ever-supportive Majesty scolded playfully, holding the wobbling elf steady. “You need to take a wife worthy of your greatness. A high-born lady of education, diplomatic acumen, sharp wit, elegant charm and poise fit to grace your arm in public and warm your bed at night. We are talking of producing royal heirs here, not simply another baby factory for you to fuck dumb and pregnant.”
Trying to pull away, Erulia found the Queen’s grip holding her back. She wanted to run to Prince Seberin and climb astride his lap to show the incredible hunk of pure Man what a good wife she would be. To be filled with his virile liquid warmth as she fed him the mother’s milk bulging her big alabaster tits full to leaking.
“Your council is as wise as you are beautiful, Mother, thank you.” The studly warrior-king agreed. “What would I do without you?”
“The question is how you will reward me later tonight.” The raven-haired sorceress tittered, releasing Erulia to stumble forward up the short steps of the dais. “If you find yourself in want of an elven toy to play with, use that other one there. She seems eager enough to please.”
Eleven toy… other one?
Erulia was so fired up and horny she could hardly connect two thoughts when she almost tripped over the feet of a ludicrously feminine figure kneeling between the Prince’s spread knees.
With her attention rudely torn away from her strikingly handsome future husband, the moaning slurping woman’s features swam into focus...
Brilliant autumn-coloured hair cascaded in dense tresses down to a trim hourglass waist and a thick waggling rump. Acres of blemishless tanned skin was barely covered by a flappy, strappy outfit similar to her own in silks of verdant green and silver. A pair of pointed ears poked from either side of a bobbing, gurgling skull.
“Idril? Whaaa—”
“I’m thowwy, Printheth.” Her overly buxom handmaiden burbled, angling her slobbering face towards Erulia as far as she could without losing the mouthful of princely meat she was currently devouring. “I twied to wait but couldn’t wethitht…”
Erulia couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
It was Prince Seberin’s glorious cock, jutting out of his open trousers and stuffing her faithful companion’s mouth fuller than a squirrel collecting nuts for winter. The girthy steel column of rigid royal manflesh glistened wetly with the wood elf’s drooling saliva, the engorged tip stretching her pillowy lips thin as she vainly tried to swallow down his majestic immensity.
…and she looked achingly gorgeous in making the valiant attempt at worshiping a true Man.
Erulia dropped to her shaking knees and shuffled forward to join her oldest friend betwixt his muscular thighs in a show of sacred sisterhood.
“Here, Idril, let me help.” She hushed in an awestruck whisper. “We can show our love together, like we always have.”
”Mmmhmm~!” The gagging starblade released her mouth-hold on the Prince’s throbbing turgidity to stare at her Princess with watery hazel eyes tearing up with raw emotion. “Do you mean it, my Lady? You’re not still angry at me?”
“Oh, dearest Idril.” Erulia clasped her weeping friend’s small hands in her own, then guided them together up to the jutting shaft waving like wind-blown tree limb between their fine-featured faces. “There is nobody in the world I would wish to share this special moment with more than you.”
Their soft hands connected to that rocky flesh simultaneously, coaxing gusty groans from their maiden chests. Their gaze met over the bulging crown of Seberin’s perfect princely pussy-pounder and they moved as one to join their moist pouty lips in a hot, fiery kiss around it.
Their pink tongues lashed and lathered over the pulsating tip, tasting it and each other in a hedonistic mix of gastronomic indulgence. Erulia’s long blonde lashes fluttered and her crystalline eyes rolled dizzily in her skull as she sampled her sweet Seberin’s flavor for the first time.
“Mwaaurgh~!” She gurgled as a sticky glob of pearly precum lobbed itself into her gaping mouth and drenched her taste buds in his manly musk.
A new world of earthly delights was born within the elven Princess’s baby-crazy brain as she savored the salty flavor of his royal highness. The hot, sticky load pervaded her palate before she swallowed it down and dove in for more.
Moaning and grunting, they lavished Prince Seberin’s shaft with enthusiastic, if inexpert, ardor. Their moist tongues left wet trails along his impossibly bulky length, making out like starry-eyes damsels with that rampant rigidity trapped between their soft lips and taking turns if placing warm kisses on the bulging tip.
“Good girls…” Queen Annarosa crooned, stepping up beside the throne and running a loving hand through the Crown Prince’s thick mane of hair. “What very good girls to understand their place before my perfect boy. My sweet darling Seberin.”
“May his glorious Majesty rule for a thousand years!”
The reverant refrain came out hushed and breathy from all in attendance, tinged with a note of hunger and envious desire.
Around and above them the crowd of exclusively feminine onlookers groaned and simpered in an erotic accompaniment to the elves’ depraved display of lingual fealty. Odors of womanly arousal wafted down from the upper gallery as manicured noble hands crept under courtly skirts or teased at sensitive titflesh through scanty tops or brashly open blouses.
The amazonian royal guard had all taken a knee, their keen eyes locked onto the throne and burning with fanatic devotion as they fingered their trim twats beneath their leather skirts and each clenched a fist over a firm breast in a smart salute.
Only the overly buxom maids remained stalwart and at the ready, though errant twitches and beads of running perspiration gave hint to fractures in their steely self-control.
“Fuck that feels good.” Prince Seberin grunted, and the compliment made Erulia shudder anew. “Gods, they look so fucking sexy and fertile. Two Prissy elven Princesses slobbering all over my dick.”
Princesses? Idril wasn’t a Princess but that hardly seemed worth mentioning in the sweltering moment.
“Eternally sexy and young and fertile for you, Baby.” The Queen husked, leaning in to pepper adoring kisses on his temple. The movement pushed her enormous, scarcely contained tits into the side of his rugged face. “Hot for you and burning with the desperate desire to spend decades worshiping your perfect cock. To grow fat with your heirs and climb right back on it the second their prim and proper wombs are empty again.”
“By all the hells, Mother. Come here and let me taste that dirty mouth!”
Erulia was nuzzling the veiny eminence—smearing her smooth cheeks and glossing her bruised lips with a heady blend of his constantly bubbling spend and her drooling saliva—when she glanced up to see the royal pair engaged in a lurid show of incestuous passion.
Annarosa’s hands were gripping fistfuls of her handsome son’s rich chocolate hair, crushing their open mouths together as their tongues flicked and slid over one anothers in an illicit dance. Prince Seberin’s rough hands groped and gripped his mother’s lush body through the dark semi-transparent gown, latching onto her cushiony tit and a plump ass cheek with possessive, clawing fingers that sank into the supple curves.
“May his glorious Majesty rule for a thousand years!”
“May his glorious Majesty rule for a thousand years!”
The chanting myriad of gasping, groaning female voices echoed throughout the cavernous chamber as the smell of sex and the wet shlick shlicking of fingers strumming dripping pussies filled the air. A few of the maids had cracked under the overwhelming strain of lust and dropped to their thick haunches to plunder their own sodden depths with perverse expressions twisting their usually cool professional visages.
“...rule for a thousand years.” Erulia found herself whispering through sticky lips still connected to her perfect husband-to-be’s indomitable magnificence by drooping strings of pearly white.
“Cu—Cumming!” Her hunky Prince roared, throwing his head back and bucking his broad hips skyward. “Fuuuuck~!”
The innumerable spells and enchantments covering his god-like physique went supernova, then arcane power blasted out from him like the shock-wave of a meteor impact. Only in that fraction of a second did the platinum-haired Princess realize her lapse in attention.
Her handmaiden Idril was secured like a suckerfish around the head of Seberin’s spasming shaft, her cheeks hollow as the stunning wood elf vacuumed as much of his pulsating knob into her slender throat as she could. lodging it deep in her constricting esophagus.
Erulia hardly had time to gape at sight of the brutal bulge of his meaty majesty distending her friend’s slender swallowing neck before the explosion of expelled magic crashed over her like a tsunami.
”Huuurrngh~!”
The universe turned into bright light and Erulia floated on blissful solar breezes, basking in the radiant splendor of her perfect fiance’s almighty power. She drank it in like a budding rose absorbing sunlight, spurring her to grow and blossom into the most brilliant, beautiful bloom she was meant to be.
When a sense of time and physical presence returned to her, she was staring in wonderment a version of Idril much changed.
Hunky Prince Seberin was crouched halfway to standing over her and had the elvish cum-glutton’s head yanked back by rough grip on her autumn hair. Queen Annarosa was pressed sumptuously into his side, jacking his erupting erectitude and spraying the last of his epic ejaculate across Idril’s pretty upturned face and prodigious milky breasts.
They both bore hungry, twisted expressions but none more so than the spunk-drenched wood elf herself. Idril gaping maw bubbled over with the pearly seed. Her chestnut tresses, long lashes and sculpted brows bunched and clotted together with great globules of the royal spend. It ran in sticky lines from her nostrils, and poured over her massive tanned tits like a bucket of white syrup, mixing with creamy lactate freely flowing from her leaking nips.
…But what riveted Erulia’s undivided attention was her friend’s immensely swollen stomach.
The once flat plane of trained and crafted muscle definition was hugely bloated. A sloshing sphere of rippling bronze skin that dwarfed the rest of her voluptuous figure and hung from her tiny waist like an overfilled wine skin. Even her cute little belly button had popped from an innie to an outie from internal pressures and stretched wide.
”Mlurp… glarp~!” Idril gargled orgasmically before collapsing in a messy, twitching puddle at the base of the glittering throne.
“If that is what elves are like, I’m impressed,” Prince Seberin grunted as he relaxed back into his golden seat of honor. “But I fail to see what makes them marriageable material. You have seen to it that I can turn even half-breed giantesses into cum balloons, mother.”
“Merely an appetizer, my sweet Seberin.” The smokey-eyed Sorceress assured him in a sultry tone, pressing her colossal cleavage into his ripped bicep and tracing her black painted nails over the muscles of his bullish neck. “An elven starblade is a fine addition to your harem but a noble high elf is a different matter entirely. Only one of her particular qualities is fit to be your Queen, which is why I sought her out with such diplomatic diligence.”
The amazing Queen Annarosa had gone to lengths to seek her out for her perfect son? Erulia feared she might unravel on the spot in hyper-aroused excitement at the revelation.
“What if I want you to be my Queen?” The Crown Prince grumbled, dragging his gorgeous mother in closer and nibbling at her neck. “What if I want you in my bed every night, packing you full of my magical seed until you grow fat with my sisters and brothers.”
Erulia’s heart plummeted, she couldn’t hope to compete with the exquisite ageless beauty of the Blood Rose of Bathard.
“Then you will have me, my perfect boy but I cannot be your wife. You know well that my sorcery has stayed the aging of my timeless body but robbed me of the capacity to bear further children. You must wed one who will add to the power of our royal line, as well as being worthy of standing by your side in both physical majesty and political acumen.”
“And you believe she is the one?”
“I do. Come forward Princess and present yourself to your husband.” Queen Annarosa instructed Erulia from her lofty position snuggled into her spectacular son’s side. “Explain to him why you are more than just another broodmare to carry his progeny.”
Wiping drool from her chin and mustering what little self control remained to her, the high elven Princess climbed shakily to her feet and straightened out the increasingly undersized ensemble wrapping her junoesque frame. The white straps dug into her rounded flesh and the frippy flaps of snowy silk did little to conceal the generous ivory curves beneath.
She could feel her leaking breasts soiling the expensive cloth and milk ran in branching estuaries down over the svelte surface of her disastrously unpregnant belly. She could feel it soaking through the sheer fabric of her tiny lace thong and mingling with the juices there as though to further lubricate her fertile valley for the Prince’s enjoyment.
“I-I have been educated in courtly manners and grace by the most sought after tutors the Mithril Spires have to offer.” She began unsteadily but grew more confident as the Queen gave her the smallest nod of approval. ”My father is a lifelong member of the ruling council and has imparted upon me much of his wisdom which pertains to political intrigue and maneuvering.”
Prince Seberin, that living aspect of perfect virile masculinity, hardly took note of her as he continued to maul his breathtaking mother’s body and kiss her flawless olive skin. Erulia briefly hesitated but then continued as she took a brave step towards the canoodling couple.
“I am familiar with the histories of all the nations of the continent, can speak the five most common tongues fluently and have trained extensively with both the traditional bow and fencing foil.”
Curiosity peaked, the Prince crooked his head in her direction. “Have you drawn blood in mortal combat? Tasted the thrill of battle?”
Erulia had known that would catch the warrior-king’s attention. For the first time in days her sharp mind was spinning like a gnomish gear engine, frantically turning out machiavellian ideas and strategies with which to capture the cock-heavy conqueror’s focus and affection.
“Of course not, Highness.” She sniffed, trying to emulate a modicum of the Queen’s haughty demeanor. He was clearly attracted to powerful, intelligent women. “A sword has no place in a noble maiden’s hand, and now you have secured an indisputable position of martial strength on the political stage…”
She took a large step over the drowsy cum-inflated figure of her happily gurgling handmaiden to bring herself nearly face to face with the suddenly attentive Prince Seberin and Queen Mother.
“...you should have no further need for any weapon beyond that impressive lance jutting from between your legs either.”
Stunned silence reigned over the throne room and Erulia stole a moment to take in her surroundings.
The vast chamber was fogged with the perfume of feminine arousal but the countless disrobing beauties both around her and above in the gallery had paused in their growing passions at her bold, unprecedented declaration.
“I like my sword.” The Prince growled, turning the full force of his glowing amber eyes upon the busty elven Princess.
The fathomless power of the blaring charms and wards suffusing his towering form smashed into her but rather than quailing under the arcane assault, Erulia drank it in like a desert absorbing rain and growing lush with spring’s new growth.
Her starlight hair lengthened, her alabaster complexion practically sparkled, and her uber-fertile body thrummed like a struck tuning fork with an overwhelming need for him.
…And Erulia reveled breathlessly in all of it as she crawled up into his broad lap and wrapped both her delicate hands around his magisterial massiveness. By the heaven’s, he was so big and strong while she was so small and fragile that she felt like a doll in his presence.
“Your sword will still have its uses, Highness.” She moaned lustily, slowly exploring his awesome length and shape with smooth sliding motions. Just touching it almost seemed a sacred act, to be so close to a tangible totem of fate and virility. “Monsters to slay, usurpers to put down, but from my perspective… this is your greatest weapon of conquest.”
She gave his girthy base an indicative squeeze to make her point and the Prince grunted with a formidable twitch in her grasp. Queen Annarosa had drawn back half a step to quirk an inquisitive brow at her as a pleased smile twitched at the corners of her rose painted lips.
“Go on, Daughter.” The raven-haired sorceress said with the slightest nod of respect. “How would you best counsel my sweet Seberin through the tangled paths of politics and diplomacy as his astute consort?”
“I would build upon the foundations already laid here today.” Erulia purred, sensually slipping her thickening thighs over his burly hips until the soaked lace of her camel toe pressed up against his rocky root where it emerged like a rearing python from his unbuttoned trousers. Then she adopted a coquettish expression of surprise. “Oh… look at it, Highness. Your mighty member reaches all the way to my sternum. How much of your glorious majesty do you think I can take into my tiny elf pussy? It would be a supremely tight fit…”
Pressing the bulbous leaking tip into her stupendous underboob, Erulia began to slide her entire trim torso against his meaty pole. She exulted in the feverish heat and hardness of it against her toned flesh, grinding her dewy nethers against the steely base with quiet mewls of anticipation.
Mewls which only grew louder when she felt large hands grip her still widening hips in a domineering grip to seize control of her quickening pace.
“Expound on what you mean by foundations, Princess and you might find out with a good pounding of your own.”
The basso grumble of his gravelly voice close in to her pointed ear made Erulia shudder in wicked delight. She had been correct in her calculations of his character, her perfect Prince Seberin’s head wouldn’t be turned by yet another pretty face and nice set of creamy tits. Her unsurpassed fiance was seeking a cunning mind to rule by his side and bear the fruit of his studly loins.
…and now, she was the complete package of all of the above rolled into one. All she had to do was sell him on the brilliant idea unfolding like an origami flower in her lust-hazed mind.
“Claim me as your wife, my Beloved.” She husked, pushing her cushiony cleavage into him and running a long lick up the hard pectorals exposed between the lapels of his uniform jacket. Her flowing udders left two large damp patches on the navy material. “Fill me with your heirs then my father’s voice on the ruling council will open connections inside the Mithril Spires for you by right of marriage and bloodline.”
“That will happen regardless, Daughter.” Queen Annarosa remarked, resting her prodigious breasts on one of her son’s slab-like shoulders and reaching over to unfasten the jeweled choker around Erulia’s slender throat. “Though I suspect you have further aspirations in mind for the future of our kingdom and family in that clever high elf brain of yours.”
With a flick of her fingers, the band of priceless gemstones fell away and took the top half of the hindering outfit with it. The petals of white silk covering her heaving chest fluttered to the floor unveiling two ivory spheres rivaling the size of her skull capped in stiff raspberry nips that were all but spraying her wealth of rich milk across the throne’s inhabitants.
“N-naturally, that won’t be enough to claim the Mithril Spires as a conquest, Majesty.” Erulia keened as Prince Seberin sucked a fountaining nipple into his mouth as she rubbed her pristine pussy against the veiny ridges of his royal immensity. Even through the insubstantial thong her frothing lower lips parted around it and ground her sensitive bean against his unbending fortitude. “But you can use those same connections to diplomatically compel a Princess from each of the other eight noble families with hereditary seats on the council to attend an audience here with you also.
Once they are here, your mother will ensorcell them as she did me and I will serve fertile high-born sluts up to you on a silver platter. You can wed and bed the finest flowers of high elven society, fucking them full of your glorious seed until they too grow fat with your children. Thus securing blood relations with all nine ruling families and effectively conquering the Mithril Spires with the potent power of your princely virility alone!”
That final sentence came out in a squeal as the ecstatic friction of her foaming pussy against Seberin’s shaft frayed the sodden gusset of her overwrought lace thong away to nothing, snapping it apart.
The sudden, electrifying skinship of their most intimate anatomies combined with the mind-blowing bliss of his ravishing lips upon her spouting peaks rampaged through Erulia’s young, unsullied body like a stampede of behemoths and threatened to unmake her on a primal level.
”Hrrruuugh~!
Her gasping head threw back, glossy starlight braids flying, and her spine bowed as she locked up in an orgasmic rictus, shuddering in the Prince’s mighty grasp as he roughly manhandled her voluptuous doll-like form. He lifted her easily by her flaring hips until she dangled above the throne with his pulsating knob positioned at the entrance to her dripping virginal elfhood.
Around them the mass of admiring feminine onlookers let out a synchronized groan of heartfelt envy as they continued their own gratuitous displays of fingering fealty and nipple teasing tribute to the one true King of Bathard. Wet fingers blurred in and out of once dignified nethers and tore at expensive courtly clothing in a fanatical show of carnal devotion.
“May his glorious Majesty rule for a thousand years!”
“What do you think, Mother?” He asked over the resounding refrain, licking Erulia’s cream off his lips as she wriggled, suspended in midair upon the precipice of fateful fulfillment. “Does she have your blessing?”
“She does.” The dark Sorceress Queen confirmed with a cheshire grin, pressing her palms down over her handsome son’s raised wrists and they pushed Erulia down onto his cunt-crushing girth together. “I believe, at long last, I have finally found the perfect elven Princess for my sweet, perfect Prince Seberin.”
”By all the gods, yaassss~!” Erulia wailed as the massive royal cock that had pervaded her dreams finally split her pussy lips wide open and utterly destroyed her maidenhead in a single lubricious motion.
She had been warned that the consummate moment would be uncomfortable, painful even but nothing could have been further from the truth. As her perfect Prince slid Erulia down his gargantuan rigidity, all the bustified elven Princess could feel was dizzying bliss and the superb satisfaction of him filling her squirming insides deliciously full.
“Fuck, she’s soft and tight as a velvet glove.” Seberin grunted as he bottomed out in her hyper-active womb. “But she’s so fucking small and slight, I’ve got to be poking a lung or something.”
“Have no fear, Dearest.” Queen Annarosa clucked, leaning against his and curling her tongue around the shell of his ear. “She will take everything you can give her and beg for more. I have worked my flesh sculpting magic and now she is the perfect breeding mate, more than prepared to receive your blessed seed.”
Heavens, his seed! Erulia wanted to feel that molten heat spilling into her, bloating her baby-crazy body with it until it ran from her pointed fucking ears!
“Please, husband, won’t you gift me with your hot, sticky blessing?” She moaned, thrusting her dribbling tits up at him and gyrating her gushing elfhood against his base. “I promise I’ll be a good Queen and mother. Just like her Majesty, I’ll raise your beautiful babies to be strong and fierce, I’ll love and adore them, showering them in a mother’s affection every day! They will be perfect like you, and I will give them everything of myself and more!”
Erulia was babbling and she knew it but didn’t care. Her flowing milk coursed down her bucking body, giving her pale skin a slick sheen as she bucked upon his mighty manmeat, feeling every incredible inch of him stretching her to the limits of physical endurance.
“We don’t have to stop at the Mithril Spires, you could claim whole nations with this conquering cock. Summon their Queens and Princesses, give them the smallest taste of your celebrated magnificence and they will surrender without hesitation for the slightest chance to carry your children.” Erulia chuffed, bouncing rapidly in his lap and fighting for breath as each pounding penetration knocked the wind out of her. “Claim entire courts of haughty noble ladies to bear an army of your offspring, steal them away from their worthless husbands and plant the next generation of the ruling class in their empty bellies… you could do it, nobody would be able to resist your strength or potent seed!”
The Prince’s big hands greedily kneaded her thick rump as his almighty member pulsed and flexed within her constricting tunnel. The hedonistic notion of knocking up entire kingdoms obviously excited him.
“Holy shit, that’s fucking hot.” He growled, seizing control and engaging his powerful physique to pump her up and down on his terrific turgidity as though the quivering high elf with all her expanded curves weighed nothing at all. “You want to see me fuck other women pregnant? You want to watch me flood their wombs with my baby-batter?”
“Who could stop you?” Erulia panted, holding onto his corded forearms for dear life as her long starlight hair flew about her jittering skull. “You are strong, dominant, unstoppable. You deserve all of it, my Husband. Just place me as your first wife, give my fertile young body what it needs and I will hold them down for you to fuck into willing cumdumps addicted to your glorious spunk.“
“What an eager little elf Princess you have turned into, Daughter.” Queen Annarosa crooned from her place plastered to her son’s side, reaching out an elegant hand to rest on Erulia’s flat tummy. “I can feel the outline of my perfect boy’s amazing manhood bulging through your virgin flesh. Are you ready to become his forever? To be his constantly pregnant harem Queen who will waddle as you walk, weighed down by his unborn lineage?”
The image of herself standing beside the throne, dressed in robes of finest silk with a big round belly and a glittering crown upon her head almost made Erulia swoon with desire.
She began to eagerly push her lush hips down to meet each hammering thrust her hunky husband delivered directly to her g-spot. Her overflowing tits clapped and splashed milk as squirted pussy nectar drenched her thick wobbling thighs with each orgasmic impact.
“I am, I do! Oh gawds…” She sobbed as her pussy churned about his riotous shaft. “Just pump a baby into me already, before my mind breaks under the sinful sensation of my insides being molded into the shape of your godlike dick…“
The seat of the throne beneath their slapping loins was a growing puddle of her drizzling juices. Only hers—and never his—as every hot spurt and gooey drop of her beloved Prince Seberin’s precious precum was devoured and hoarded by her ravenous honey hole.
“Then promise yourself to me!” He snarled, one of his rough hands closing about her slender throat as the other almost encircled her waspish waist completely in his large fingers. “Let me ruin your sexy fucking elf body for any other man but me, and take my hot fucking load!”
“I swear it! That, I want all of that. Give it to me!”
With her oath proclaimed, Prince Seberin surged to his feet. Erulia tried to lock her shaky legs over his pistoning hips but was quickly reduced to a euphoric mess of flailing limbs as he used his twin handholds to jack her like a wailing cocksleeve upon his raging enormity.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes~!”
The world blurred into one long storm of chain-lightning detonations blasting through the screaming Princess’s fragile core. A single day earlier this treatment would have wrecked her lithe, breakable figure. She would have shattered apart, body and soul under the relentless driving force of this masculine paragon’s devastating desires.
But now Erulia only had to open herself completely to the blindingly radiant magical power pouring off of Prince Seberin to reinforce her expansively metamorphed form and further facilitate his rough taking of pleasure from her ecstatically willing body.
“Did I do good, Baby?” Queen Annarosa preened, snaking her arms around Seberin’s muscular chest from behind and rubbing herself adoringly against his broad back. “Did Mommy find her perfect boy, the perfect elvish bride for you to breed like the great man you are? It makes Mommy so wet and jealous to see you fucking her like that. Fucking her like a King and claiming her prissy elf pussy as your personal property.”
“Oh fuck, Mom! You’re too fucking good to me. Now give me that dirty mouth…”
Erulia was only vaguely aware of moist lewd noises in her bliss-induced fugue before being rudely snapped back to reality by a tremendous lurch of the ravaging cockmeat buried deep in her battered cervix.
By the Sun and Moon, was he about to cum at last?
Peering up through hooded crystalline eyes she caught the briefest glimpse of the royal mother and son making out like horny forest sprites—lips parted and tongues lashing—before the Prince let out a strangled groan of passion and exploded inside her convulsing cunt.
”Nnuuurggh~!”
Like a river breaking its banks, a torrent of steamy seed poured into Erulia and sent her dazzled mind reeling. An intoxicating rush of rapturous gratification crashed through her boneless body, curling her fingers and toes, as jet after bountiful jet of her handsome husband’s abundant seed swelled her smooth stomach until she was full to bursting like an overripe watermelon with his copious cum.
There was no chance she wouldn’t be pregnant with so much of his sticky potency inside her fertile womb. The ravished Princess let out a giddy little giggle as they slumped together back onto the large golden throne, his perpetual stiffness still secure within her clutching, milking folds.
“Mmmmmm~... thank you, my Love.” She cooed, snuggling contentedly against his manly breast and nuzzling her face into his thick neck. “Thank you for gifting me with your heirs. I promise I will make you so happy.”
Heavens but Erulia looked eight months pregnant already. Her stretched out belly sloshed with her sweet Seberin’s virile seed and only his unflagging cock plugging the dam of baby-batter inside of her. She rubbed the blatant bulge affectionately as she planted soft kisses on his chiseled chin and stubbly jaw.
“The consummation has been witnessed by all in attendance!” Queen Annarosa announced, her stately voice ringing throughout the cavernous throne room. “All hail King Seberin De La Sol and Queen Consort Erulia Gadarel of the Mithril Spires. May their glorious reign last for a thousand years!”
“May their glorious reign last for a thousand years…”
The echoed reply was tired, almost listless, from hundreds of feminine voices that sounded on the verge of passing out. Tearing her misty eyes away from her overfilled tummy, Erulia looked around the vaulted chamber with a befuddled smile.
A miasma of sex hung thick in the air and womanly juices actually ran over the ledge of the raised viewing gallery to drip in great puddles on the marble throne room floor below.
The noble ladies above were strewn about in haphazard, half-naked exhaustion. Most were slumped back in their seats, fingers still stuck in their sloppy cunts but a few had collapsed to the floor or hung unconscious, folded over the wide balcony railing with their head and bare high-born tits dangling out over the drop.
The scantily uniformed maids fared somewhat better, if only because their short petticoats and swooping frill necklines gave the buxom serving women easier access to their most sensitive parts. Still, each and every one of them remained kneeling with sweaty faces, shiny strands of their hair coming loose from neat plaits and plump thighs splattered with their girl cum.
Only the encircling ranks of the royal guard had kept any semblance of composure and even those Amazonian beauties looked a bit blown if the rapid way their ample chests rose and fell was any indication.
“Thus is your royal union sealed and the sacred rites of coronation complete.” Queen Annarosa, now Erulia’s mother-in-law, sighed happily, reaching into the press of their cuddling bodies to rest a gentle hand on the high elf’s inflated belly. “I imagine it was less formal than you might have expected, Daughter, but no less meaningful for it. How do you feel?
“Packed full and amazing.” Erulia murmured contentedly, feeling whole and complete with her perfect husband’s hard cock slowly throbbing inside her. “Like I never want to be empty again.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.” King Seberin rumbled, cupping her rounded ass and giving it a rough squeeze. “This hot elf pussy is mine now and I intend to keep it full to the brim.”
Erulia blushed like the happy bride she apparently was before remembering her closest companion and faithful handmaiden who was curled in a ball around her own pumped-up tummy and staring up at her in worshipful wonderment.
“What about Idril? I couldn’t dream of doing any of this without her.”
“My Lady?” A dense layer of thick seed still coated the gravid wood elf’s small chin and heavy chest as she wobbled into a kowtowing pose at the foot of the golden throne. “I live to serve my new King and Queen. Please take good care of me going forward.”
“Then the starblade will stay.” The Queen Mother said with a satisfied nod. “Her training and unique talents will be put to good use here in the palace. We can see to it that she remains stuffed full too, one way or another.”
Erulia giggled in a rush of giddy relief, knowing her oldest friend and autumn-haired lover would remain by her side. Maybe her darling husband would plant his seed in her too and they could raise their perfect babies together. It would have to be soon though, because the high elven Queen of Bathard had no doubt that she was already pregnant with King Seberin’s first child.
Or more likely children, plural. With so much scrumptious cum swimming around her fertile young womb, it seemed next to impossible that she hadn’t caught twins. Perhaps even triplets!
Her dreamy fantasies of carrying hordes of her hunky husband’s young were interrupted when the glorious Man in question began to lift her bodily off his meaty magnificence, eliciting a throaty groan of disappointment from Erulia as his plentiful spend began to gush out of her gaping pussy.
“She can start by licking both of us clean.” King Seberin commanded. “Because we are about to make one hell of a mess.”
“So the King of Bathard has two Queens?” Firtha asked her mother as they followed the scandalously attired maid down yet another winding corridor. “How does that work exactly?”
The fairy Princess from the Fae kingdom of the Emerald Glades had to flap her iridescent dragonfly wings occasionally to keep up with the taller servants’ hurried pace. At just under five feet of height, the petite pixie was more accustomed to a slower, more stately stride.
“It’s not what you think.” Underqueen Tiana groused, tossing her verdant green hair back over a slim shoulder as her own wings buzzed in irritation. “There is the Queen Mother and then there is the Queen Consort. One is his Majesty’s mother and the other is his elvish wife.”
Princess Firtha could understand her agitated mood, since setting foot inside this damnable human palace the weight of the powerful protective wards had been oppressive to their finely-tuned magical senses. Like a mason’s chisel slowly chipping away at their natural defenses.
They would have ignored the invitation to King Seberin’s coronation celebration if not for the insistence from the high council of the Mithril Spires that the Emerald Glades sent a royal delegation to witness the unremarkable event. It was honestly beneath any noble Fae to grace such an occasion with their immortal presence.
But cultivating happy relations with long-lived neighbors like the elves kept things running smoothly for the fairy folk and if there was anything they detested, it was a change to the timeless status quo. Their ethereal kingdom had endured for millennia and it would outlast this little stumbling block in the implacable march of time.
“We are here” The overtly busty and extremely pregnant wood elf maid declared, finally stopping by a towering set of grand double doors and bowing to them over her hugely swollen stomach. “The royal art gallery. Her Highness waits for you within.”
“Which one?” Firtha muttered under her breath as the portal swung open revealing a long narrow room, lined with tall marble columns with a rich burgundy carpet that ran the length of the viewing hall.
Life-sized portraits of the Bathardian royal family in gilded frames were mounted upon the pristine white walls and in the center of the sunlit space was a small covered table with a gorgeous starlight-haired high elf who could only be Queen Erulia seated behind it sipping at a cup of of something hot and fragrant.
“Welcome Underqueen Tiana, welcome Princess Firtha. Please, join me.” She said in formal invitation, standing from her chair and revealing her own impressively pregnant belly swaddled in a ballgown of figure-hugging azure silk with a plunging neckline her big milky breasts nearly spilled out of. “Let us engage in the honored tradition of hospitality and speak a while before your audience with my perfect husband, King Seberin—”
“May his glorious Majesty rule for a thousand years.” The voluptuous elven servant intoned respectfully, appearing out of nowhere to present the mother and daughter with two steaming cups balanced on fine china saucers.
There was a mischievous gleam in her hazel eyes and Princess Firtha thought she caught a hint of a knowing smirk when she accepted the proffered beverage—it smelled enticingly herbal and mildly minty—as Her Highness Queen Erulia gestured for them all to sit.
“Now tell me, how do you take your tea?”