The story of the Elf Queen

by Camrad_RIP

Summary:

A little preamble!

This work was originally just a mini pwp fanfic. In fact, the first chapter is the initial fanfic. But then, after a few years and thanks to a comment from a reader, I pulled myself together and wrote a fic. And even then, I was planning just a collection of pwp stories. But something went wrong (or vice versa), and the work has grown considerably, and acquired a lot of characters, storylines, lore, and some geography. So the first few chapters are almost pure PWP and introductions to some of the main characters.

Notes:

• A translation of История королевы эльфов by brinar1992

Chapter 1: The entertainment of the Elf Queen

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With a loud clang, the heavy dungeon door slammed shut, and the stone sack was plunged into total darkness. A tall, slender woman with long, straight platinum hair that reached her tailbone took a few cautious steps forward. The darkness of the chamber was absolute, but her long, sharp ears could easily distinguish the heavy breathing and sniffling of several dozen of the dungeon's inhabitants. Trying to quiet her racing heart, she took a few more steps. The waiting was unbearable. Goblins can see perfectly well in the dark, even in the absence of light. It is natural for dungeon dwellers. Their sense of smell is also excellent. They can't help but smell who has just entered their cell. So why...

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. With wild animal cries, a dozen goblins pounced on her from all sides. With a frightened cry, the girl couldn't hold on to the high heels of her shoes and collapsed on the stone floor. But she was not allowed to touch the ground. Dozens of small but strong hands picked her up, clawing at every part of her body. With a satisfied roar, the goblins dragged their weakly resisting victim into the chamber's depths, where a thin straw mattress was spread out on the floor. After laying their prey on it, the clattering pack of freaks got down to business, simultaneously shoving each other in a fight for the most favorable positions.

The dungeon dwellers were barely mid-thigh for an adult, but they were agile, surprisingly strong for their size, and quite coordinated. In a matter of seconds, a gorgeous snow-white dress of the finest silky fabric was torn to shreds. No less beautiful high-heeled shoes, upholstered in white velvet, were torn from her graceful feet. The arms and legs of the now completely naked elf immediately spread apart, stretching her in a cross, and the shrieking freaks began the main action.

The strongest and largest one, who was the leader, nestled between the elf's spread legs and entered the perfectly smooth cunt of his victim. Despite their short stature, the goblins' cocks were quite long, though relatively thin, especially when they were aroused. The leader entered at once to the full depth and, with a satisfied grunt, began to rhythmically pound the elf, not forgetting to periodically roughly twist her clit. The second strongest of the goblin gang took his place in front of the unfortunate victim's face. When she once again tried to scream, he deftly drove his cock into her throat. The sensation of warm wetness and the elf's tongue desperately trying to push the foreign object out of her mouth gave him incredible pleasure. He waited until his victim was panting, pulled his cock out, let her gasp, and then immediately drove it back in at the root.

The third strongest goblin was the elf's ass. He didn't waste time working on the victim's back door but tried to insert his cock straight into it. Which he managed to do quite quickly. Nature itself took care of the goblins, endowing the genitals of their males with a property to secrete abundant lubricant, which acted simultaneously as a weak aphrodisiac. When he penetrated the elf's ass, the freak grunted contentedly and began to move his pelvis, feeling the leader's cock through the thin partition of flesh. When he caught the rhythm, he began to move in such a way that their cocks were inside the pixie in turn. As soon as one pulled out, the other immediately reinserted it.

The other goblins, of which there were a dozen and a half in the dungeon, were not going to wait their turn and paid close attention to the rest of the elf's body. Literally not a single millimeter of her body was left without their close attention. The two freaks put their cocks in the palms of their victim's hands and squeezed them, and began to masturbate. One of the goblins, sitting on the elf's stomach, forcefully brought her rather large breasts together and began to fuck her in the hollow between them, not forgetting to lick and nibble excitedly protruding nipples. Two more of the green-skinned short men took a liking to the elf's dainty feet. After thoroughly licking each toe of their victim, they began to rub their cocks against them, holding the elf's feet by the ankles. At least three of the goblins wrapped their captive's beautiful hair around their genitals and began to masturbate frantically, delighted by the silky softness. The others were content to just rub their cocks against any available part of the elf's body.

It wasn't five minutes later that the dungeon was filled with dozens of moans of pleasure. One by one, the goblins came. In less than a minute, their victim's entire body was covered in thick goblin cum. But that was only the beginning. Quickly catching their breath, the green-skinned freaks began to switch places in an order only they could understand. For the elf, time disappeared. All that remained was darkness, dozens of hands, mouths, and cocks surrounding her. She was crushed, squeezed, stroked, bitten, licked, twisted, pinched, rubbed against, penetrated over and over again. Her first orgasm came shortly after the goblins had cum together for the first time. After that, she lost track of time and abandoned any attempt to resist, completely at the mercy of the goblins. Her consciousness, overwhelmed by the monstrous flood of pain, humiliation, and agonizing pleasure, was trying to shut down, and it was hard for the elf to hold it in.

The goblins, on the other hand, proved to be remarkably creative. They were very enthusiastic about putting their victim in various poses, especially after they realized that her body was incredibly flexible. Her legs were spread into vertical and horizontal twines, folding her body literally in half. The goblin leader especially liked to rape the elf in a position where both of her legs were thrown behind her head, and there tied at the ankles with a scrap of her dress. She did not resist in any way and only let out a long moan when another of the goblins' inventions caused her too much discomfort. This was immediately followed by their unison, disgusting laughter.

How long this crazy orgy lasted was impossible to say. An hour? Two? Three? Maybe ten? It was just that, at some point, even the insatiable goblins began to tire and lose interest in their victim. By this time, the entire body of the elf was abundantly covered with thick sweat of their semen, her belly from the semen swallowed, taken into her ass, and pussy swelled like a four-month pregnancy. Invisible in the darkness, there were hundreds of abrasions, bruises, and scratches on the elf's snow-white skin. Her beautiful hair was clumped and tangled, slick with goblin seed. Her beautiful makeup was all smeared with tears, her saliva, and a monstrous amount of the green-skinned freaks' semen. Each of them had cum on her face at least once and then diligently wiggled his cock around, smearing his seed all over it.

When the door to the cell opened, illuminating it with a streak of light, the elf was lying on a tattered mattress in a pool of goblin seed and her juices. The only goblin still interested in her continued to move his hips languidly, nestled between her spread legs. The elf dressed in white-green and gold embroidered robes entered the chamber. The aristocratic and haughty face had a faint look of squeamishness at the sight of the scene and the unbearable stench of goblins that hit his nose. A short movement of his white-gloved palm, a dozen goblins scattered to the corners of the dungeon with a squealing squeal, simultaneously bound by a paralyzing spell, except for the fact that he did not pay attention to anything, continued to fuck the elf.

After waiting a few minutes for him to cum, he snapped his fingers, and the green-skinned freak flew back to the corner where his paralyzed kin lay in a shapeless heap. For a few minutes, the elf looked at the elven woman lying on the mattress with the same coldly squeamish expression. Then he carefully, trying not to get dirty, sat down beside her. Taking off one of his gloves, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, pressing his thumb on the pea of her clit at the same time. The elfess didn't react in any way. Massaging the most sensitive point on her body and moving his fingers inside her womb, he achieved a faint moan. The goblin victim never opened her eyes. The faint squeamishness on the elf's face was joined by a distinct disgust and contempt. He looked for something to wipe his hand with, but there was nothing nearby except the scraps of the elf's dress. Finding nothing suitable, he grinned suddenly and put his fingers into the elf's open mouth. Without opening her eyes, she slowly licked and sucked on them. It was not possible to clean his hand completely, so the elf was forced to sacrifice one of his silk handkerchiefs. After that, he straightened up at attention and said loudly:

"Your Highness?"

Hearing the voice above her, the elfess moved weakly and opened her cloudy eyes.

"What, that's it?" Her voice sounded weak but firm.

"I'm afraid it is."

"Ah, how quickly time flies in pleasure," the elf sighed philosophically.

With a low groan, she managed to sit up, picked up a scrap of her dress, hastily wiped her face, and looked around the chamber with a hard look in her clear emerald eyes, stopping at the elf who had entered. He continued to stare at her with the same faint expression of cold squeamishness on his face.

"What, admiring your Queen?" She grinned.

She ran her palm across her cum-soaked and goblin-bitten breasts and brought it to her mouth, licking her fingers defiantly and slowly.

"How do you like me like this?"

"Disgusting and repulsive," he said with feigned indifference, still keeping his eyes on his queen's naked body.

"So..."

With a quiet groan, the queen rose to her feet and stretched, standing on her toes. Her high breasts jutted out, just in front of the elf's face.

"So, you mean that if I put my hand down your pants now, I won't find you fully armed?" The elf asked with a playful tone, casting a sly glance at the entrant.

After these words, a shadow of emotion other than cold squeamishness flashed across his handsome, eternally young face for the first time, but he said nothing. However, he did not take his eyes off his queen's body either. Grinning to herself, the queen glanced at the bump on his pants. Hmm, maybe she should extend the rest a little longer? Not a bad idea. She hadn't had sex with kin right after sex with goblins before. It would be quite amusing to see how lust and disgust would fight in this boy during coitus. After pondering the idea for a few seconds, the queen had to give it up with a mental sigh. There was no time for that now. But she would not forget the idea. Later, maybe in a couple of years, she would definitely implement it.

With a shake of her head, the queen turned her back to the man who had entered and, swaying her hips seductively, strode to the wall, slapping her bare feet on the floor. Leaning over so the elf watching her would have the most interesting view, she picked up one of the goblins in her arms. Looking into his yellow eyes with vertical pupils, she admired the beautiful mixture of horror and lust on his face for a few seconds. Then, holding him against her chest, she stroked his bald head affectionately and squeezed him with a force unexpected for a fragile-looking woman. The paralyzed freak let out a faint wheeze, which was cut short when his neck broke with a loud crunch. At the same time, he cummed for the last time in his life, flooding the queen's tummy with another load of semen.

"What a bastard! How could he possibly have any strength left," the queen said squeamishly, tossing the corpse to the center of the room.

Without any haste, the elf killed the remaining goblins one by one. It was too much trouble to wring each one's neck, so she simply stepped on the throat of most of them with her foot. After the last of the ugly ones had taken their breath away, the queen shook her dainty foot squeamishly, brushing away the fresh clots of goblin seed. Picking up the nearest shoe from the floor, she made sure that it was also covered in the green-skinned freaks' semen and tossed it aside. She walked out of the dungeon with a stiff gait, slapping the floor with her bare feet and leaving a trail of goblin seed droplets in her wake.

"Let's get out of here. I need to get cleaned up."

"Everything you need is waiting for you in the next room, my Queen."

And so it was. The room closest to the cell contained a huge bronze bathtub full of hot water, a table full of the finest body care products, a couple of closets with clothes, a full-length mirror, a separate massage table, and three specially selected and trained human servant girls, all wearing nothing but loincloths and sandals. All three were beautiful by human standards, with smooth, velvet skin, slender, shoulder-length straight hair, and rounded, medium-sized breasts. Each wore a fine chain necklace of pure gold around her neck, with a round enchanted medallion that skillfully depicted the personal symbol of the Queen's seal. A very expensive and exquisite piece of jewelry that was both an identity card, confirming that the wearer served the queen personally, and also allowed access to many closed places in the palace. Including those where not even all elves were allowed. At the sight of the queen entering the room, all three girls bowed deeply to her as one. The elf accompanying the queen froze at the door, and his mistress followed with one of the maids to a screen in the corner of the room. There stood a small table, a chair, and a large, deep basin of blued copper. The maid immediately took from the small table an enema filled with a special liquid and looked questioningly at her mistress. She sighed heavily, turned her back to the maid, and bent forward, leaning on the back of the chair and exposing her crotch and anus to her.

Gently inserting the enema into the queen's ass, the maid squeezed it gently, pumping the liquid inside her mistress. She exhaled and stood motionless for a few seconds, then glanced over her shoulder and nodded briefly, letting her know she could continue. Carefully pulling out the enema, she deftly plugged her mistress's anus with a special plug carved from a dark red wood of a monstrously expensive and rare species. With a wince, the queen carefully turned to face the maid. She immediately held out a silver goblet filled to the brim with a colorless liquid. Without flinching her face, the queen drank the rather bitter-tasting potion in one gulp, feeling a few snakes start to move in her stomach. After draining the goblet, the elf suppressed a bout of nausea, sat down on a chair, and spread her legs wide. There was one last thing left. Breathing heavily, the queen gave the maid the go-ahead, and she knelt and gave her mistress another enema. Biting her lip, the elf felt the next portion of liquid pouring into her already overflowing with goblin seed cunt. There was no way to keep it inside, but the experienced maid knew what to do. As soon as she pulled out the enema, she pressed her mistress's lower lips together with her fingers, preventing the potion from leaving the elf's cunt.

Now, all that was left was to wait. Glancing at the hourglass on the table, the queen bit her lip. A dozen snakes were crawling in her stomach, and nausea was inevitably coming to her throat, but the queen held firm. All good things must be paid for. She threw one of her legs over the kneeling maid's back, and with her right hand, she clutched at her hair and began to move it slowly, at least in this way trying to distract herself. The grains of sand in the clock seemed to conspire and crumble agonizingly slowly. By the time the time was almost up, the queen had managed to completely fluff up her maid and was literally kicking her on the back with her foot. Finally, the last grains of sand fell to the bottom of the clock, and with her free hand, the maid slid a wide and deep-blued copper basin toward the queen. Moving aside, she released the queen's labia in one motion and pulled the anal plug out of her.

With a loud moan from the elf, a flood of goblin cum, liquefied with a special cleansing potion, gushed out of her. Some of it went past the basin, splashing and smearing everything around her. After the last streams of goblin semen left the queen's gut in weak jolts, hopelessly staining the chair, she was bent in half and vomited. While the elf spit up the green-skinned freak's semen, a servant girl carefully stood at her side and held her hair back so as not to stain it even more. A couple of minutes later, after spitting out the last clot of seed, the queen leaned back in the stained chair, shivering and breathing heavily. The maid immediately handed her a glass with a special drink to rinse her throat and a towel. After taking a few sips, the queen spit on the floor, then began to rinse her throat and wipe her face and chin.

In the meantime, the maid knelt in front of her, spread her mistress's legs, wiped her crotch with a clean silk handkerchief, and gently inserted two fingers and then the palm of her hand inside her mistress. The panting elfess strained to follow her movements, trying to relax her muscles as much as possible. Raising her eyes to her mistress, the maid carefully removed her hand, showed her palm covered in clumps of goblin seed, and shook her head. Leaning back in her chair, the queen moaned softly and doomedly, and the maid wiped her palm and began to prepare a new enema. The whole procedure had to be repeated twice more, and only then was the queen's bosom deemed sufficiently cleansed of goblin semen.

The queen herself was half-faint after three consecutive purges. She was literally carried to the bathroom by all three maids. Carefully lowering her into the water, they immediately began to tidy her up, working diligently with loofahs and scrubbers. The hot water with plenty of healing herbs and the caring hands of the maids quickly brought the queen to her senses. Relaxed, she leaned back on the back of the tub, put her legs over the sides to make it easier for the maids to clean it, and gave herself completely to their tender and caring hands. She glanced at her companion, who was still looking at her but without squeamishness on his face, and said softly:

"Ask."

"Why?!" The elf literally spat out, and for the first time, there was real emotion on his face.

Mentally, the queen sighed.

"How old are you?"

"Four hundred and thirty will be this year."

"And I'll be exactly four thousand years old in forty-three years."

"I know, my Queen. The whole forest is preparing for this great feast."

"I'm sure you will. Anyway, my boy, when you're at least a thousand years old, a lot of things you'll be will become boring. They'll start to seem ordinary and no longer give you the pleasure they once did. Especially sex."

"But why goblins!? Of all possible creatures, these... these..."

"The only ones who haven't bored me so far," the queen finished the sentence.

Throwing a laughing glance at the stunned elf, the queen lifted herself up slightly, allowing the maid to pull her hair out of the water, then continued:

"I got bored with my folks in about my ninetieth year. My crowned consort lost interest in me even earlier. In fact, the last time he shared a bed with me was two and a half thousand years ago, and that was only to conceive me the last of my possible five children. After that, I became fascinated with humans. At that time, servants of their kind were just becoming fashionable at court."

With these words, the queen caught the naked breast of one of the maids who was brushing her hand with her palm and began to knead it affectionately. The maid did not react in any way. Without stopping her amusement, the queen continued:

"This infatuation lasted almost three hundred years. But then I got tired of the frequent change of lovers. The age of people is too short. Once you find a good lover, you have to look for a new one."

The queen grabbed the maid's nipple with two fingers and began to twist and tug it gently. She still didn't react. Only the blood rushing to her cheeks and her rapid breathing gave away her emotions.

"At the same time, dwarves began to come into fashion at court. Compared to humans, these short men are many times tougher. I remember I had a dwarf lover who was as tall as my crotch, wiry, bald as an egg, but he was incredibly tough. He was able to hump in bed with me from dusk till dawn, pausing only to drink water. And that's without any love potions. The only drawback is their damn beards and body hair! Even waxing doesn't save them! You can shave a dwarf in the morning; by evening, he'll be all over again."

Not stopping to play with the maid's already hardened nipple, the queen watched with quiet satisfaction as she tried her best to hold back and not show any sign of it. Good girl.

"After the dwarves, the orcs came into vogue. And I didn't like them at all. Of course, they are not inferior to thoroughbred stallions in size, but they don't last long. Before you have time to get excited, they already plow you with their tool, pour their seed all over the bed, and immediately go to sleep. And they may not even bother to get off you. And it's almost impossible to wake them up in the morning."

Switching to the maid's second breast, who had already bit her lip to keep from moaning, the queen continued.

"After the orcs, lizards became fashionable. You might still have caught it. And while their females are unremarkable, the males... Let's just say that a double organ can make for some very interesting new experiences. But those damned scales! After each coitus, it took hours to heal all the scrapes and cuts."

Seeing that the maid was at her limit, the queen had mercy and left her breasts alone. Putting her arms around her neck, she pulled the girl to her and kissed her ear softly, whispering: "Good girl." After which she continued:

"And after the lizards, as you might have guessed, it was the goblins' turn."

The room was silent for a few minutes, broken only by the splashing of water. Then the elf couldn't stand it any longer and asked:

"Well, what about these critters? What are they good for?"

The queen squinted slyly and stretched:

"I won't tell you. You want to find out, try it yourself."

From such an answer the elf was clearly taken aback, but immediately pulled himself together, and with an indifferent expression he threw:

"I'll pass."

"As you wish," the queen smiled, closing her eyes.

The bath lasted more than an hour, during which time the maids changed the bath water twice. When the queen climbed out of the water, the goblin seed that had thickly covered her body was gone, and her long hair was thoroughly brushed and combed. Even the bruises and scratches left by the green-skinned freaks had almost completely disappeared. Leaving the bath, the queen strode to the massage table and lay on her stomach. One of the maids, the same one with whose breasts the elf was playing, threw off her loincloth and sandals, climbed onto the table, and carefully sat on top of her mistress. She took a vial of fabulously expensive fragrant oil and poured it almost all over herself, then pressed herself against the queen's back and began to rub her breasts diligently, smearing and rubbing the oil. The other two maids began to work on their mistress's arms and legs, gently rubbing the oil into them with delicate palms.

She just moaned blissfully with her eyes closed. Wonderful girls. They knew how to please their Mistress. In a couple of years, she would find them a good elf boy to make a child for each of them, and then she would oblige him to recognize the bastards. What a scandal and howls would be raised at that - just thinking about it makes her heart grow warm. She already has a few younger children in mind from the home of her favorite half-sister and maternal aunt. Both of them keep their young offspring in a tight grip and do not allow them to mate with anyone but proven thoroughbred mares from among their kin. But as you know, the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. We'll have to work on that in the near future. In the meantime...

Without warning, the queen rolled over onto her back and wrapped her arms around her maid's neck, buried her fingers in her hair, pulled her to her, and gave her a demanding kiss on the lips. She responded eagerly, their tongues intertwined, while the maid rubbed oil into her mistress's body with both hands. She paid particular attention to her breasts and the hard beads of her nipples. The other two maids, instantly reacting to the queen's change of mood, immediately focused on her cunt and began to rub oil gently on it with their four hands. Almost immediately, the queen began to yield to their fingers without letting the third maid out of her embrace. Pretty soon, the heated elf reached her peak and squeezed the maid in her arms, cumming profusely, flooding the massage table with her juices. For a few minutes, the queen just lay there, closing her eyes and lazily stroking the maid pressed against her, enjoying the warmth of her body, the mixture of the scents of oil and female sweat. The other two maids, trying not to disturb their mistress, continued to rub the residual oil into her legs with their fingertips.

After a little rest and breathing, the queen slapped the maid's soft spot, and she quickly but carefully got off her mistress and helped her to her feet. The queen stretched, refreshed, and revitalized. She cast a glance at the elf still standing in the doorway. He was still staring at her, and the bump on his pants was visible, but he wasn't doing anything. Despite what was going on in front of him. She was definitely right to choose him as her page. She would have to seduce him so she could repeat her experience with the goblins on her anniversary but with him. He could hide behind a mask of arrogance as much as he wanted, but the queen was willing to bet he was interested. It's decided! The time was very short, only forty years, but she had plenty of experience and skill in such matters.

While the queen pondered the plans for the upcoming anniversary, the maids led her to the mirror and the closets. After running her eyes over a few dozen dresses that cost the treasury of a medium-sized duchy, the elf pointed to one of them. Not so long ago, the fashion at court had changed. Ten years ago, almost all elven women wore dresses with very deep necklines and no shoulders, which were whispered that they were held "on only nipples," but now the court fashion demanded the dress should be as closed as possible. Only the face and hands could be free of fabric. But since the unspoken trendsetter at court for the second millennium was the queen's younger half-sister, to whom she had not had warm feelings since childhood, the crown princess was not going to follow it. But neither was she going to violate it openly.

The dress chosen by the queen fully corresponded to the current strict requirements, tightly fitting the elf's entire body, with long sleeves and a narrow floor-length skirt. But it was made of the finest, translucent white silk. And given the fact that the queen wore no underwear, anyone could easily see a lot of interesting things. Especially clearly visible were her large nipples. Spinning around in front of the mirror, the queen was satisfied with what she saw. She chose light, low-heeled shoes made of white varan leather. The queen wore no jewelry. She never accepted earrings, believing that ears were sacred to an elf and it was sacrilege to pierce them. A necklace would only distract attention from the most important thing, so the queen limited herself to two rings with large diamonds. Her hair was carefully brushed and left in a luxurious platinum waterfall down her back.

The queen looked at herself in the mirror once more, satisfied with what she saw, and slowly approached the elf waiting for her at the door. The elf, who was waiting for her at the door, slowly approached her, but as she approached, he managed to tear his gaze away from the queen's chest and look her in the eye.

"What do you think of my outfit?"

"Incredibly seductive, but are you sure you should wear it to a royal ball?"

Mentally, the queen chuckled. He was so cute after all. She would have to seduce him as soon as possible.

The vast majority of those who will be at the ball have already seen me naked. Many of them are my former lovers, so they won't see anything new.

"Why not just go in there naked?"

"It's happened before, let's see, 1,500 years ago, for sure. At that time, my husband organized a grand masquerade ball where the guests wore only masks, jewelry, and shoes. It ended in such a grand orgy that it was decided not to repeat such a thing for at least two thousand years."

The queen laughed softly as she looked at the stunned elf and suddenly pressed herself against him. She ran her palm between his legs and weakly squeezed his tense dignity.

"If you want, I can tell you more about that masquerade tonight after the ball," the queen cooed in her page's ear.

"Your Highness... Please..."

"What?"

"Stop it! Otherwise, we won't get to the ball tonight," the elf wheezed.

With a giggle, the queen pulled away, but suddenly the page put his two arms around her waist. Or rather, just below her waist.

"But I'll be glad to hear your story after the ball," he said in a firm voice.

With a smile, the queen nodded:

"In that case, let's not delay any longer."

With a wave of her hand, the queen left the room and headed for the ball. As soon as the door closed behind them, the maids went to an inconspicuous cupboard in the corner, took out mops and rags, and began to clean. It was going to be a long job.

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Chapter 2: Pets of the Elf Queen

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Covering her eyes, the queen moaned blissfully. She was now lying in a huge bronze bathtub full of hot water to which various fragrant herbs and sea salts had been added. In the queen's private bath, lined with snow-white marble, there was no one but her and three human servant girls. Two of them sat in the bath with their mistress, one behind the queen, the other in front of her. The third sat on a carved wooden stool at the side of the queen and gently soaped her mistress's platinum hair.

Meanwhile, the maid sitting behind the elf was caressing her mistress's breasts, pressing herself against them. The woman's noble fingers gently stroked, kneaded, and squeezed the two large white hemispheres. She took the tip of the queen's long ear in her mouth with her lips and sucked on it, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her mistress. The third maid, meanwhile, was busy with the queen's feet, gently rubbing them with a piece of porous white volcanic stone. While she was busy with her mistress's feet on the side of the tub, her own feet were resting on the queen's crotch, slowly and gently stroking it with the pads of her fingers.

Letting out another quiet moan, the elfess smiled contentedly. Wonderful girls, indeed. Soon, she would reward them for their loyal service. She had already chosen who would be the father of their future children. One of her dear aunt's youngest sons. The boy is young, ambitious, eager to move up in the court, and ready to serve her to earn the queen's favor. The only thing left to do is to convey to him through a third party the idea that he can try to use her favorite servant girls to move up in the court. Then, no doubt, he would get over his youthful arrogance and condescend to the "inferior race." Of course, he will try to do it secretly because the whole court knows that the queen does not tolerate her girls being touched by anyone. And they defiantly turn their noses up at everyone. But they'll make an "exception" for him. And after he fuck them off, it will suddenly turn out that all three human maids are pregnant. It won't be easy, but she has a lot of experience in this sort of thing. The right potions and magic amulets are always in stock.

Then she will put the question to him. Either to recognize bastards from women of "inferior race" or to throw away his career at court. To dare to disgrace the queen in such a way, having attempted on her "property," such a thing will not be forgiven for at least half a thousand years. Of course, disgrace and trouble awaited him in any case, but in the first case, she would at least sweeten the pill by providing him with some protection and a position. And in the second case, only disgrace and big trouble from his relatives will be waiting for him. Though, they'll be waiting for him either way. Oh, how his mother will be furious! Just thinking about it gives as much pleasure as the skillful hands, feet, and mouths of her maids. Then, however, there would be a lot of trouble with where and how to place the half-blood bastards, but it would be a while before she had time to figure it out.

The queen was distracted from her pleasant thoughts in the company of her favorite maids by a cautious knock on the bathhouse door. Who else is there? Opening her eyes, the queen glanced at the tall mirror at the side of the entrance to the royal baths, which was enchanted against fogging. When she saw who was reflected in it, she made a pass of her hand, activating the unlocking spell. The locks clicked quietly, and the massive tall doors of solid enchanted oak opened without a creak. A tall elven woman dressed in light silver-white chainmail armor, the work of the best court masters, entered the room. The weave was incredibly fine, the metal light, and the durability beyond praise. A dream for any warrior who preferred light armor. Cut to the mistress's exact figure, they accentuated her form. On her belt hung a short sword and a dagger in a sheath of white leather trimmed with silver. On her feet, she wore knee-high boots, also of white leather with silver buckles. Her long golden hair was gathered in a thick braid behind her back. Her high forehead was adorned with a silver tiara with an emerald in the center. Her eyes were the same color as the jewel on her forehead, the color of spruce needles.

With a completely impassive expression, the Queen's assistant and confidante approached the bathtub in the center of the bath, clomping on the heels of her boots. Neither the nakedness of her mistress nor of her maids seemed to interest her at all. The massive doors closed behind her, and with a dry click, the locks activated again. As the assistant and the bodyguard approached, passing over the maids' loincloths and the queen's sumptuous white dress, the latter patted the edge of the bathtub in an inviting gesture.

"Would you like to join me?"

"I refrain, Mistress. I'm on duty."

Suppressing a mental sigh, the queen covered her eyes. A wonderful girl. Absolutely loyal, faithful, efficient, dependable, an excellent fighter, but completely boring and unable to have fun. Not at all. It is clear that a jester can not become a person close to the queen, but outside the service should be at least some personal life and entertainment. Astra was apparently unaware of this. Nothing existed for the girl but her service and duty to the Forest. Her kin had long ago given up on finding her a groom, at least for the next hundred and fifty years, until new worthy candidates grew up to replace the rejected ones.

The queen had tried to stir her up at one time, but it hadn't worked. The order to protect her mistress in bed at night was obeyed without so much as an eyebrow, except in bed, she was... She was not a log, but she made love without the slightest fire or any passion. No pleasure, even though the gods had not deprived her of her appearance, even by elven standards. The queen tried to shake up her bodyguard and assistant for two years. First out of curiosity and interest, then out of stubbornness. But then, having tried all sorts of variants of bed pleasures and seeing the complete indifference on the part of her partner, she gave in, leaving her alone. Although a couple of times a year, she continued to drag the bodyguard into bed. As a preventive measure, or the girl would get rusty. Where could she find a fiancé? Or at least a lover. You can't let just anyone into bed with the queen's bodyguard and aide.

"Is something wrong? I asked not to be disturbed unnecessarily."

"I was asked to give you a message, Mistress."

With these words, the bodyguard handed the queen a small folded paper. With a frown, the queen gestured to the maids and stood up to her full height to accept the message from the bodyguard's hands. It consisted of only one phrase: "A panther has been caught." After reading the words and recognizing the handwriting, the queen opened her eyes wide, turned the note to ashes with a snap of her fingers, and literally jumped out of the bathtub.

"Girls, that's it for today. You're free until tonight. Tonight, as usual, in my chambers."

With these words, the queen immediately left the bathing room and headed into the adjoining room where she tended to her beauty. The queen came to a dressing table with a pair of tall mirrors and sat in front of it. The maids hurried after her. The one working on her hair stood behind her mistress, took a small rod of dark wood decorated with rubies from the table, and passed it along the body of her mistress, from the top of her head to the heels of the queen. The rod evaporated all the moisture from the elf's body with a wave of soft heat, drying her hair at the same time. Then the girls went to work on her hair. It took all three maids ten minutes to comb the queen's platinum waterfall, during which their mistress drummed her fingers impatiently on the table.

Finally, the queen's appearance was brought to the status of "minimally acceptable," all the procedures were finished, and the maids hurriedly began to pull out of the closet in the corner of the closet, but the queen only impatiently waved them away, and put on only a long robe of thick white cloth on her bare body, and a pair of sandals, and then hurried to the exit. The queen's bodyguard and assistant silently followed her mistress. Only at the door, she paused and turned to the maids who had begun cleaning. She met her gaze with one of them and waggled her eyebrows briefly. She stuck out her tongue for a moment in response, licking her lips. It took less than a few seconds for the bodyguard to follow her mistress.

The journey to the underground part of the palace took less than ten minutes, which seemed unbearably long to the queen. And she was still moving through hidden corridors, to move quickly through the palace, to avoid unnecessary encounters. Finally, she found herself in front of massive, enchanted iron doors. A silent warrior in the dark gray leather armor of the Secret Guard, standing on guard, opened them before the queen, and she hurried inside, almost jumping with impatience. As soon as the queen and her bodyguard entered, the warrior locked the door behind them.

The door revealed a large room, almost devoid of furniture, with bare stone walls, lit only by a couple of magical lamps in the ceiling. There were several heating amulets embedded in the slabs on the floor and walls, so the room was comfortable, and the floor was warm. In the center of the room were three people. Two of them had been familiar to the queen for more than a thousand years. The head of the Secret Guard of the Forest and the Elder Enchantress Healer. The former was dressed in loose gray robes, without any jewelry or distinguishing features, with a hooded mask pulled back behind his back. The healer wore a snow-white toga with red thread embroidered with floral patterns. But the queen was not interested in them, but in what was nearby.

In the center of the room stood a dark-elven woman. Her body was completely naked. Only her face was hidden by a special, dense, blind leather mask, with small holes for her nose on her face and a hair hole on the back of her head, where a luxurious ponytail of snow-white hair reaching to the middle of her shoulder blades was sticking out. The prisoner's hands were handcuffed and, through a rope stretched across the ceiling beam, were stretched above her head. Her ankles were bound with leather bracelets connected by a wooden stick, making it impossible for her to bring her legs together. Around her neck was fastened a slave collar of dull gray metal covered with numerous runes. In addition to suppressing magic, it was capable of sending out pain pulses of varying power. It guaranteed obedience to even the most stubborn slaves or captives.

The queen walked around the prisoner several times and scrutinized her with an appraising gaze. She was very pleased with what she saw, though she did not show it. The prisoner was tall, a little taller than the queen, slender, with a muscular build that was not inferior even to the queen's personal bodyguard. It was obvious that she had trained often and for a long time. High breasts of the third size, slightly smaller than the queen's, with large areolae and protruding cherry nipples. The beauty of her body was spoiled only by a few thin and old scars. It was obvious they had been carefully treated but could not be completely removed. A fine catch! So many centuries had she dreamed of such a toy. Turning to the Head of the Secret Guard, the queen asked:

"Did you check her out? This isn't an attempt to plant an agent? What do you know about her? How did you manage to capture her?"

The permanent head of the elven secret service shook his head negatively and took out a small scroll from his pocket.

"Excluded. Her name is Sierra of the Great House of Leris. She is the middle daughter of Matriarch Sarisa's half-sister, the current head of Great House Leris. She first came to our attention a hundred and fifty years ago as one of the scouts and hunters of the Great House of Leris. She operated mainly in the territory of the Confederacy of Free Cities of Men. A couple of years ago, our agents received information from several informants that she was preparing for another operation in one of the cities. A check revealed that her younger sister had leaked the information to the informants to get rid of a rival. We carried out an operation, as a result of which we managed to capture her. We staged her death. We disseminated the information through informants to make sure it reached her relatives. After that, the captive was taken to one of our secret bases, where my specialists thoroughly checked and interrogated her using magical techniques and medium alchemy. They found no mental tabs or surprises. More details are in my report, which I left on the table."

"I see. What do you have?"

The last question was posed to the Elder Enchantress Healer.

"As you requested, I've given her a thorough examination. She is in excellent physical shape, in perfect health, and has traces of a few old wounds. If you wish, I can remove them completely, but it would require very expensive medication. There are no hidden poisons or foreign structures in her body. Her subtle bodies are also perfectly fine and quite well developed. Her aura, energy channels, and energy nodes are all in good order."

"What about kids? Has she had a baby yet?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't check that. One moment, Your Majesty."

With these words, the Elder Healer placed the palm of her right hand on the prisoner's crotch and inserted a few fingers into it, at the same time putting her left arm around her waist. The captive gave a muffled mooing sound and tried to twitch, but the restraints held her tightly. For a minute or so, the Elder Enchantress Healer stood with her eyes closed, her fingers inside the prisoner, whispering to herself. Finally, she nodded in satisfaction and stepped away from the dark elf.

"She's had two babies, a boy and a girl, by different fathers. She can have three more children. Without the aid of alchemy or healing magic, her next ovulation would come in fifteen years and last six months."

"Fine," the queen nodded as the Elder Enchantress Healer pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her fingers.

"She can't hear us, can she?" This was already a reference to the Head of the Secret Guard.

"Of course not, Your Majesty. The mask completely blocks her hearing and sight."

"Did you prepare everything I asked for?"

"Of course."

"That's great. In that case, thank you, and you can all be free."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

With those words, the Head of the Secret Guard and the Elder Enchantress Healer bowed briefly and left the room, leaving the queen alone with her bodyguard and her new toy. When the door closed, the queen activated the room's defenses, blocking most methods of magical tracking and espionage. Then, almost dancing with happiness, she went to one of the tables, where everything she needed was prepared. So long had she dreamed of such a toy. Of course, to get a slave from among the dark elves is difficult, but in general, it is quite possible. The question is only the amount of resources and the right connections. But the queen does not need any younger daughters from small houses. It's beneath the dignity of a crowned person. Therefore, the Queen's demand to the Head of the Secret Guard was clear. She needed a representative of the ruling line of some Great House. A close relative of the Matriarch, no less.

This kind of prey was much harder to catch. But the queen knew how to wait. She was in no hurry. And now, at last, her wait is over. Now comes the most pleasant and interesting part. Training of the new toy. She didn't doubt that the dark one would turn out to be shrewd, as the other representatives of her underground kin were not like her. The queen placed a comfortable chair in front of the still-restrained prisoner, sat on it with her leg over her leg, and signaled to her bodyguard. She silently approached the prisoner and removed the mask and gag from her head. For a few seconds, the dark one came to her senses, coughing and trying to blot out her eyes. It took her a few more moments to realize who was sitting in front of her. When she did, her ruby eyes opened wide, and a shadow of fear flashed across her face.

"Hello, Sierra. I see you recognize me. That's good," the queen said, a sweet smile on her face.

"What do you want?" The dark one asked hoarsely, looking around.

The queen could literally hear dozens of thoughts spinning feverishly in her brain. Until now, the captive had no idea who had kidnapped her or what they were going to do to her. Well, it was time to enlighten her on the subject. Smiling even wider, the queen said affectionately:

"What do I need? You see, I've been wanting a pet for a long time. Something from the Underworld. After much deliberation, my choice fell on my kin as the most aesthetically pleasing of the underground fauna. Of course, I would be satisfied with only the representatives of the Great Houses. Of course, if my agents could get your mother or aunt, that would be even better, but I'm sure you'd be fine."

"Are you sick of your human playthings already?" The dark one's voice was contempt, and she tried desperately to hide the fear behind it.

She knew what her dark kin had done to the light prisoners. And she had an idea of what might await her.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk, it's not nice to sass your mistress. There's a punishment for that."

The queen snapped her fingers, and the bodyguard standing behind her captive whipped the dark elf with a leather whip across her firm buttocks in one measured motion.

"Ah!"

From the surprise, Sierra couldn't hold back a shriek. But after a moment, she pulled herself together, and the contemptuous expression returned to her face.

"That's it? I had to endure a lot more pain in training as a kid."

"Of course not, my dear," the queen smiled affectionately as she rose to her feet.

"Let me explain it to you. You have only two choices now. Be my obedient girl, with all the privileges of a lapdog, or be a naughty girl I have to punish."

The queen circled the prisoner, pressed herself against her back, and began to grope her breasts. When she felt Sierra tense, the queen moved closer to her long ear and whispered.

"Don't be so afraid. I won't beat you or torture you. We're not some underground savages. I'm not going to break your mind with magic, either. It's too easy and not interesting for me."

At the last words, the captive twitched faintly but said nothing.

"But I have another way of punishing naughty pets. I think you'll appreciate it."

After leaving the captive's breasts alone for a moment, the queen snapped her fingers, activating the spell. In the same instant, part of the opposite wall disappeared, replaced by a small room covered by a sturdy steel grate. And behind it... The dark one's frightened cry was drowned out by the shrieks and screams of half a dozen goblins who had seen their prey so close and desirable but inaccessible. Satisfied with her reaction, the queen chuckled softly and continued to coo in her ear:

"Do you like them? They've been specially selected and bred on my orders. You don't have to worry. Their puny brains are processed in such a way that they won't kill you in any way. They will only fuck you over and over again until your sweet little belly," the queen's hand slid over the captive's belly and began to stroke it, "swells up, and you'll be impregnated with a dozen or two little green babies. You know what goblin seed is, don't you? It stimulates ovulation and can fertilize a female of almost any species."

Feeling the captive swallow convulsively, the queen continued:

"Of course, I will take care of your children, and I will make sure their naughty mother gives each of them her share of affection and motherly love. Goblin babies are very voracious, so I'll have to feed you special alchemy to make sure you have enough milk in your tits for all your children. I can't imagine what your beautiful breasts will look like after that, but children are the first priority for elves, you know that. And then, when your children grow up, I will make sure they thank you for your motherly love with sonly love. I think you can guess that it won't be platonic."

Feeling the captive's sweat, the queen mentally smiled and continued to whisper affectionately in the captive's ear:

"I have to admit, I wonder who you'll give birth to, knocked up by your children. Of course, for goblins, incest is not a problem. These freaks can have sex with their mothers, daughters, and sisters for generations. But for you... I can't imagine what kind of freaks your womb could produce. And after you've had your second litter, we'll do it all over again. You can have three more births. And then you'll be sent home, fucked by your children, a pathetic parody of yourself. Along with all your assholes. I think your family will be very happy to see you. Especially your favorite little sister, the one who actually caused you to be captured. Yeah, yeah, she's the one who turned you into my agents."

Sierra was shivering by the end of the queen's speech. Her ruby eyes stared in horror at the little green freaks that raged behind the bars. Many of them, unable to stand it, began to masturbate, drooling over the naked dark elf. After enjoying the effect for a few moments, the queen pinched her captive's nipple and asked in the same affectionate voice:

"So, what's your choice? You're gonna be my good girl, or you're gonna be my bad girl, hmm?"

The captive swallowed and whispered in a suppressed voice:

"I'll be obedient..."

"Excuse me? I didn't hear you."

"I will be your obedient girl...Mistress."

"Hmmm... That's better, but there's still a lot of work to be done with you."

Smiling to herself, the queen continued to play with the captive's breasts. Oh, how nice it would be to get her into a cell with the little green-skinned freaks now. Later, she would definitely do that, but right now her fear and disgust of goblins was a great motivator. As it is, we'll have fun with her in other ways for now.

Pulling away from the captive, the queen returned to her chair and snapped her fingers, activating the spells. The shackles on her arms and legs opened, freeing the dark elf. She almost collapsed to her knees but managed to keep her balance and stay on her feet.

"So, first, we need to get you some appropriate clothing....."

Half an hour later, Sierra stood before the queen dressed in an outfit of white leather strips connected by silver rings. It did not conceal anything, but it was not intended to do so. Its purpose was to emphasize the captive's figure as much as possible, and the outfit fully coped with it. The massive collar was replaced by an equally effective but much more aesthetic and thin golden choker with the Queen's personal emblem. On her feet, she wore white leather sandals with high heels. She looked very seductive in such an outfit.

Leaning back in her chair contentedly, the queen threw her leg over her foot, unashamed of her lack of undergarments, and nodded to her bodyguard.

"Go get Lulu. I'm gonna have a little chat with my new pet."

Astra cast a brief glance at the dark one, then uttered:

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

When the door closed behind the bodyguard, the queen beckoned to her new toy. She obediently approached, casting only a glance at the illusory wall behind which the small green-skinned freaks were once again hidden. Spreading her legs, the queen said mockingly:

It has come to my attention that you darkies are quite adept at lovemaking. I sincerely hope you don't disappoint me, and I won't have to send you for training.

Sierra's ruby eyes glittered angrily for a split second, but the dark one knelt obediently before her new mistress. Her obedience was aided in no small part by the golden chocker, which could cause great pain if she disobeyed. Making herself comfortable between the queen's spread legs, Sierra tucked her long hair behind her back, then leaned forward and, looking her mistress straight in the eyes, ran the very tip of her tongue between her lower lips, barely touching them. Exhaling, the queen nodded approvingly, and her new toy continued to tease her with the very tip of her tongue, barely touching her pusy and the bead of her clitoris but gradually penetrating deeper. It was obvious the dark one knew a lot about oral pleasure.

Which said a lot about her to a knowledgeable person. As far as the queen knew, her dark sisters, with very few exceptions, preferred to be licked rather than licked. So either Sierra was a pervert by the standards of the dark ones, or she was under the thumb of one of the older members of the house, where she had learned to work her tongue so skillfully. We'll have to find out. But then. Throwing her left leg over the back of the dark one, who was already completely face down in her crotch, the queen let out a low moan. Sierra immediately reacted, speeding up the movements of her long and skillful tongue, and then sharply pressed the pea of her clitoris with her lips. She brought her mistress to the peak of pleasure, making her moan loudly and cumming profusely.

Sierra licked her lips without blinking her ruby eyes and then caressed the queen's labia with her lips. She stroked her snow-white hair in return.

"Good girl..."

At that moment the doors opened and Astra entered the room. A slender and lean dark elf with short, light gray hair walked beside her on all fours. He wore the same collar around his neck as Sierra. He also wore only a white leather harness and kneepads. At the sight of him, the queen rose to her feet and said in a cheerful voice:

"Lulu, my boy! Come to mommy."

The dark one whimpered happily and rushed to his mistress. Sierra opened her ruby eyes wide at the sight and paled visibly. Her almost black skin turned a dark gray. In the meantime, her litter mate had reached the queen and was whimpering happily, bumping his face into her legs and wagging his ass. Just like a joyful dog seeing his beloved mistress. She stroked him on the head, which made Lulu literally come in puppyish delight. The queen said:

"Look who Mommy found for you. Now you'll have someone to play with!"

Only now did the dark one notice his compatriot. He was alert, and he approached her cautiously, sniffing her carefully. She was staring at him with wide-open eyes full of genuine horror. But she didn't dare to move away when the dog-like kin started to walk around her in circles and sniff her. Satisfied with the effect, the queen ordered:

"Get on all fours."

The dark one twitched, but complied. Lulu immediately walked around to her back and nuzzled his nose into her crotch, sniffing diligently. His cock was already hard, which also did not escape the dark one's notice. Sierra's face was a pleasure to watch at this moment. The queen slowly approached and put her palm between the legs of her new toy, pushing her old pet away.

"It's a little dry. But that's all right. It's just a matter of habit."

She lowered her hand and pulled a small vial of golden, thick liquid from her robe pocket. She uncorked the vial and held it out to the dark one.

"Drink. Bottoms up."

The eyes of the queen's new toy widened at the sight of the potion. She obviously recognized what it was. Sierra opened her mouth, but the painful prick of the chocker made her bite her tongue, and she took the vial in her hands, doomed. Then she drank it in a gulp.

"Good girl. If you continue to be so obedient, I'll keep you sane. If you're a bad girl, you risk turning into a dog like Lulu. He was very stubborn at first, too, but after the training, he's a real sweetheart. He's my favorite pet, so I decided to find him a friend."

Sierra half-listening to the queen, still on all fours and staring at the floor. The dark one was breathing heavily, and the thoughts in her head were beginning to muddle. The potion she drank, Gaia's Grace, was very rare and extremely troublesome to make. And it was named after the goddess of fertility, and that was not just for nothing. A woman who drank it almost immediately began the process of ovulation, and the chance of getting pregnant became almost one hundred percent. This potion cost a lot of money and required the blessing of a full-fledged priestess of the goddess, but the queen could afford it. In addition, it was not a simple Grace of Gaia, but with the addition of a rather powerful aphrodisiac. So now the dark one could feel the fire in her lower abdomen, her breasts getting heavier, her nipples and loins tingling with impatience. Grinning, the queen gave a short nod to her pet:

"Take it."

He yelped happily and immediately pounced on the dark one from the back, penetrating her full depth and moving his pelvis vigorously. Sierra wheezed, but very quickly, her mind finally fell under the effects of the potion. Breathing heavily through her mouth, she began to actively give in to her partner, who bit one of her ears and roughly pawed at her breasts with his hands. The queen sat back in her chair and put her foot on her leg, watching this natural slutty affair. There was no doubt that the dark one would get pregnant. A boy would be born. She had taken care of that in advance. She would personally take care of him and make sure he grew up the way she wanted him to. Since she already has far-reaching plans for him. At that moment, the overexcited Lulu cummed, piling his weight on top of Sierra. The dark one couldn't take it anymore and collapsed belly down on the floor, breathing heavily. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath, and then the queen's favorite pet made himself comfortable on his fallen compatriot and began to move his pelvis again. The latter only moaned in response.

Lulu was exhausted after an hour. He had four more times to pour into Sierra, who was soaking wet, her cunt and thighs slick with her juices and semen. The dark elf's mind was semi-fainting, both from the hour-long sex marathon and the effects of Gaia's Grace. When it was clear that Lulu had gotten all he could out of himself, the queen nodded briefly to Astra. She left, only to return shortly with two silent human servants. Without a word, with blank faces, they picked up the nearly unconscious elf and carried her off to be re-examined by the Elder Enchantress Healer. They needed to make sure she was definitely pregnant, as well as magically protect the child so the dark one could not terminate the pregnancy in any way. Again, she could use a set of healing and strengthening rituals to ease the pregnancy and subsequent labor, which elves have always had trouble with.

When Astra left, Lulu crawled on all fours to the queen's chair and collapsed on his back at her feet, breathing heavily. The dark one was drenched, his hair slicked back, but he had a look of utter happiness. With a hum, the queen kicked off her shoes and placed her foot on his still-hard cock, moving it slowly. Dark one opened his eyes, easily undid the imitation collar, and asked in a satisfied voice:

"Was I convincing enough as your doggy?"

"More than enough. What do you think of your new bitch?"

"She's good. But I'll have to fuck her a couple more times when she is sober. I like it when they grind their teeth in anger, realizing they're the ones getting fucked."

"I will. I'll give you another mating in a couple of days."

Grinning contentedly, Lulu, or to be more precise, Luaval of the Fallen House of Travil, placed his palm on the queen's foot, guiding her movements.

"Do you want to drop the tension, too?"

"I just showered. I'm gonna have to rinse all over again. I'm sweating just watching you."

"As you wish. Then I'll make it quick..."

With these words, Luaval began to rub his cock faster against the queen's foot, and soon he was pouring out, most of it on himself. With a chuckle, the queen left her pet, as most of the palace inhabitants were sure, to rest. She went to her chambers.

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Notes:

Author's Note:

Sierra: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1rrXjHfV108Wu5kfSCUX_HjL5xsQreZhP/view?usp=drive_link

Secret Guard armor concept: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AJ81YhblQ2ucg3yPz8xx8YVpWpDXMu9a?usp=drive_link

Chapter 3: Little prank of the Elf Queen.

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On a high, gentle hill was a large, fortified Orks camp, surrounded by a high, thick timber fence with several watchtowers and a moat with stakes. The hill was surrounded by gardens and pastures. A small river flowed at the foot of it. At an arrow's flight from the foot of the hill, all the forest had been carefully cut down, including on the other side of the river, so no one could get to it undetected. Inside the camp were simple wooden huts and, in some places, just tents made of hides. In the very center of the camp, on the very top of the hill, behind another fence with a moat, there was one single huge house made of the trunks of centuries-old trees. The chief's dwelling. Inside, in the central common room, around a large hearth, several Ork women sat on skins laid directly on the floor. They were dressed in nothing but loincloths and necklaces. They were more than attractive by the standards of their kind. Tall, lean, muscular, with thick black hair in ponytails or braids and small, sharp fangs compared to their male counterparts. Most of them had noticeably rounded bellies, and those Ork women who were not pregnant sat by the hearth with their infants in their arms, cradling or nursing them. The latter made the mothers visibly uncomfortable. Ork children's fangs erupt very early, and they have a large appetite. Almost every Ork woman had bite marks on her breasts, and those who were nursing right now were writhing in pain. But they were patient.

The chieftain, dressed in a short fur sleeveless bear-skin coat and short fur pants, sat on a huge throne made of huge bones, skins, and skulls of ferocious beasts slain by his hand during hunts. Big and muscular even by Ork standards, more than two meters tall, he looked lazily at his wives and children. They were still small, but there was no doubt they would all grow up mighty warriors like their father. Scratching his square chin, the chief turned to the wall, where several slave girls sat huddled together on a bed of hides chained to the wall. All of them were naked, with only slave collars for clothing. Most of them also had bellies. It wasn't exactly hot in the house, so the soft-bodied slaves huddled together to keep warm. The yellow eyes of the chief stopped on the new girl, who sat apart from them, staring at the floor in front of him. Slender, lean like the Ork women, but noticeably more graceful, with long brown hair, fair skin, and long pointed ears. Sharp-eared ones like her were very rare prey. None of the chiefs of the neighboring tribes had one. She had been captured recently. They accidentally stumbled in the forest while returning from a raid. What she was doing so far from her native Forest is unclear. She must have been plotting some cowardly plot against the orks.

The captive was stubborn, but that made her even more attractive to the chief, who took her by right of Power. He liked to tame unruly slave girls. He liked to watch them break down and become meek and obedient. Eeyore was the perfect concubine in that regard. She so had hissed through clenched teeth the first time he took her! She so screamed with pain and impotent anger when the shaman burned a slave brand on her neck from the back, which slowly but surely eroded her will and mind! Her light green eyes glistened so bright as she was paralyzed, and her hands and feet were stamped with ritual patterns that could, at any moment, turn into shackles and intensify the effects of the branding. Each time he took her by force, the chieftain felt immense pleasure. It was not so much her slim body but her impotent anger and defiance, which he could feel physically. To see the light of hope fading in her light green eyes. To see the powerless anger replaced by despair and submission. It was an unparalleled pleasure. But all good things come to an end sooner or later. It had taken more than two months to fully tame this chain warg bitch, and the chief was glad. Before that, the staunchest of human slaves, a hunter from the wild and fierce tribe of the Northmen, had lasted only two weeks before the stigma and hardships of captivity had broken her. After that, she resigned to her fate and now sits with a puffed-up belly.

With a satisfied grin, the chief rose to his feet. He walked slowly toward the slave girls with broad, muscular shoulders. As he approached, the submissive female humans stirred and fidgeted, getting on all fours and turning their asses toward him, including the long-eared one. With a satisfied growl, he walked along them, groping at their buttocks and between them. When his broad palm touched their bodies, the slave girls reacted differently. The ones that were already knocked up trembled and almost whimpered. He could smell their fear. He could hear each of them praying to their human gods that he would not choose her, fearing that she could not withstand his pressure and would either die or give birth prematurely. A couple of the already reconciled but not yet pregnant ones, on the other hand, moved toward him, almost wiggling their asses. He didn't even need to check. He could smell they were already wet like warg bitches in spring heat. Hoping to earn his favor. The eared one, on the other hand, reacted to his touch in almost no way at all, just froze. Grinning, the chieftain ran clawed fingers over her lower lips. Dry. But completely submissive, not even twitching.

Shame, he'd hoped she'd last at least a couple more weeks. In this condition, however, she would suit him just as well. With a quiet click, the chief unhooked her chain from the wall and dragged her behind him to his private quarters. Sharp-eared still on all fours, followed him, looking down. The remaining chained slave girls exhaled in unison. Some from relief, some from annoyance. Once in his chambers, the chieftain slammed the door shut and, without ceremony, pushed the slave girl onto the pile of skins that covered his bed. Sharp-eared did not react. After months of captivity, the mind-numbing stigma of slavery and humiliation had taken their toll. Resistance, as in the first nights, was out of the question. He took off his sleeveless shirt, unbuckled the waistband of his pants, and threw them aside with a movement of his leg. After that, he knelt behind the slave girl. He grinned at her and ran his broad palms along the body of sharp-eared, who looked like a child, a teenage girl at best.

Rough fingers felt beneath the once flawless, smooth skin, the tense muscles of a trained huntress. Strong, skillful, dangerous! But not good enough to compete with Orcs! He groped her not-so-large breasts and used the tips of his claws to tweak the hardened nipples, teasing them a little. It made the slave's heart beat a little faster. Ha! She knows what's coming. She realizes it can't be avoided. She tries to be indifferent, to escape behind the shroud of indifference, but her body betrays her. It knows what awaits it, and it wants it. The orc's sensitive nose picked up a faint odor. The slave girl was beginning to get wet. Grinning contentedly, the chieftain leaned forward and ran his long tongue down her back, from tailbone to neck. The scent of the pointy-eared woman's skin had excited him since day one. That smell, that taste, they awakened a special passion in him. He wanted to bite into that tender and incredibly tasty flesh with his fangs, to taste her sweet blood on his lips and tongue, but he restrained those urges. Killing her was easy, but where would he get another one like her? After savoring the taste of his slave once more and feeling her shudder, he ran a finger over her cunt. She was leaking, but barely. It's worse for her. You could help her a little, though.

The orc pulled the pointy-eared girl's lower lips apart with rough fingers and spat into her open womb. Then he took his cock in his hands, ready for battle. Hovering over the pointy-eared girl, he placed it against the slave's slit and began to slowly drive the head in her pussy. After teasing the pointy-eared one and enjoying the way she shuddered involuntarily at his touch, the chief clutched at her with both hands and thrust in as deep as he could. In that instant, the shroud of indifference fell away from her. The captive arched her head back and wheezed in pain. Her light green eyes opened wide, and her breath came in short gasps. Despite the months that had passed, her gut was still unable to fully accept him. The orc nation was known for its size, and the chieftain's cock was almost as long as the pointy-eared girl's elbow. The most she was able to do was to take two-thirds of him inside her, and that was a challenge.

After waiting a few seconds, he began to move his hips, gradually increasing his pace. Sharp-eared clenched her teeth, trying not to scream. She clenched her eyes shut and bowed her head, clenching her fists into the hides, sweat beading on her back. With a satisfied growl, the chief slapped her buttocks with a savory slap, still moving. Sharp-eared cried out but immediately clenched her teeth again, breathing hard. This did not satisfy him, and he leaned forward, hovering over the slave. Grabbing her by the hair, the chief lifted her head and took her left ear in his mouth, barely biting it with his fangs. She couldn't take it anymore and moaned out loud. At first, in pain, but as he began to suck and lick it, pleasure rose in his voice. He had long ago discovered that long ears were his captive's weakness and enjoyed taking advantage of it. Biting her pointed ear again and eliciting another shriek, the chief sped up his pelvis, sensing the impending release.

When he felt himself reaching the peak of pleasure, he jerked away from her and, with both hands, pulled her waist toward him, pulling her as deep as he could. The pointy-eared woman's scream melded with his growl as the chieftain's seed poured into her tormented womb. For several seconds, he hovered over her motionless, enjoying the unbearably pleasurable tightness of her womb and feeling his cock throbbing as he poured his seed into the pointy-eared woman. Maybe after this night, she would finally carry a child. It was not easy to knock up an Eared One, but he could do it. The chieftain had no doubt. He let go of the pointy-eared woman, who collapsed exhausted on the hides. She was covered with sweat and trembling, trying to catch her breath. As soon as the chief's cock left her cunt, a thin trickle of semen began to flow out of it, along with drops of blood, staining the good hides. She was not a maiden, of course, but her gut was still not used to the size of the chief and could not withstand his pressure without damage. He would have to tell the eldest of the wives to put some healing ointment on her slit in the morning.

He left the half-conscious, sharp-eared to regain consciousness and, without dressing, walked to the wall where a good-sized table stood. Several silver trays of food and a couple of jugs of wine were placed on it. All of it had been obtained during a successful raid on one of the human cities. He grabbed a large boar's hock and took a big bite in one fell swoop. Chewing on the tough meat, the chief took one of the jugs and took a few sips, spilling some of it on his chest. In a couple of minutes, he had devoured half a ham, enough to last a man for three days, and drained the jug. Wiping his mouth with his hand, he turned to the slave, about to take her again. She was still lying on the pile of skins, unresponsive. Turning her over on her back, the chief took her by the ankles and spread her legs apart, lifting them at the same time. Again, the slave did not react, staring at the ceiling with cloudy light green eyes. With a growl, the chief put his cock against her tormented cunt and entered her again with a single thrust.

It was easier this time. The pointy-eared girl's gut was heavily lubricated with seed and her juices. There was almost no blood, by the way, compared to the first time. It had taken nearly half a pot of healing ointment. The chief ran his tongue along her body, from breast to face, licking away the droplets of sweat. She was delicious, and he wanted to sink his fangs into her tender flesh. It was a pity she wasn't Orcish. Only the strongest women of his kind could withstand the Bites of Passion and not die from the love of a real male. After licking her entire face and penetrating her open mouth a couple of times, the chief moved his pelvis powerfully and again poured inside the slave. She arched her back, wheezing in pain or pleasure, and collapsed on the hides. Her eyes rolled back, her body began to tremble again, and her chest heaved. Ha, weakling! Not like the human females, who can barely get enough for one time, but not even Grata, the youngest and weakest of the wives. At least she did not faint after his caresses, but he took her at least three times a night until she was pregnant.

With a satisfied growl, the chieftain pulled away from the nearly unconscious pointy-eared girl. He took his cock in his hand and ran it over the slave's belly, breasts, and face, smearing the semen and marking her. She didn't react. Then he brought the head of his cock to her open mouth and, grabbing her hair for comfort, made her lick it. Taking his cock into her mouth even halfway, she was incapable. Only one of the human females could almost completely pleasure him with her mouth alone and not even consider it something humiliating, which was why he appreciated her. That wouldn't work with wives. Not only because of the humiliation of such pleasures but also because of the sharpness of their fangs. After enjoying the small mouth of the still, almost unconscious slave, the chief poured a few measly drops of his seed onto her face and then rose to his feet. With a shrug, he made his way to the table. Taking the same ham, he took a huge bite of it and chewed it with his powerful jaws. Should he fuck her again? Or call one of the wives? In thought, the chief turned to the bed and was surprised. There was no slave on the bed. He blinked dazedly and stepped forward, trying to figure out how that was possible. At this moment, from above, from one of the ceiling beams, a long-eared woman jumped down on him. Without a sound, tiny against the orc chieftain, the pointy-eared woman descended upon her rapist. She delivered a single, measured blow with the sheath of the chief's combat knife, which was still sheathed in its sheath on the belt of his pants. Between the shoulder blades, just below the neck, breaking the spine, but not killing, only paralyzing.

The mighty two-meter-tall orc immediately began to fall to the floor. The Elfess, tiny in comparison, was able to pick him up with unexpected strength and lay him on the bed without making a fuss. Placing the carcass of the defeated but still alive rapist face down, she stood still for a brief moment, wiggling her long ears. Once she was sure no one had heard anything, she began to act quickly but without fuss. The first thing she did was to go to the huge chest in the corner of the chambers. Opening it with the chief's key, she took out a jar of healing ointment and rubbed it between her legs, silently whispering curses. Then she applied it to her neck, where there had been a slave brand, but now there was only a small wound, like a burn. Similar wounds appeared where the ritual patterns had been applied. After treating the wounds, the elf went to the large bronze brazier, also captured by the greenskins during the raid on the human cities. It was currently extinguished, but that suited her just fine. She gathered more soot, ash, and cinders and began to coat herself with them. Soon, she looked like her subterranean relatives. After that, the elfess approached the paralyzed leader. Leaning over, she took his scrotum in her fist and let herself play with it a little, squeezing and loosening her grip. Then, with a vengeful smile, she stabbed the orc in one swift motion with her combat knife. If the paralyzed chieftain could have, he would have screamed for the whole camp. Having accomplished her little revenge, the elf again climbed up to the ceiling beams with incredible agility. She used them to reach the window and slipped out onto the roof.

The night air chilled her naked body, but she paid no attention to it. Instead, she listened to the sounds around her again. It was night now. Most of the orcs were asleep. Everything was as it had been calculated. Without a sound, she jumped from the high enough roof and, like a black shadow, jumped on the smooth timbers of the log fence surrounding the chief's house. It wasn't too difficult for the trained elf despite being twice as tall as she was. She jumped over the moat, using the stakes stuck in its wall as a springboard. Then, she walked like a black shadow toward the edge of the camp. She had only encountered a couple of goblin servants and a scrawny warg digging in a pile of slop. The fence surrounding the camp was noticeably taller and the outer moat wider, but they were no barrier to the elf. She deftly overcame them and made a quick dash to the river at the foot of the hill. She found the right place the first time. A long wicker basket was safely hidden in a thicket of coastal grass. Inside was a folded dark green camouflage garment of the Forest Guard Huntsmen, a pair of daggers, a set of various alchemicals, several enchanted amulets, as well as an elven bow and two quivers of arrows. After opening a couple of vials of alchemical ointments, the elfess rubbed them all over her naked body, especially her bosom and armpits. After that, she also sprinkled some special powder on top. Then she quickly dressed (I don't care about soot and alchemy), armed herself, hung up a couple of amulets, took one special empty vial, and brought it to her wrist. A brief pain, similar to a wasp sting, and the small vial quickly filled with blood. She then took one of the amulets and clenched it in her fist a few times. Whenever it was squeezed, the amulet flashed with a pale light in the direction of the forest beyond the river. Forty heartbeats later, a huge owl flew in from there, and with a muffled "Uhoo," it hunkered down next to the elfess. She tickled it affectionately under its beak and then handed it the basket with the blood-filled amulet. She gave another muffled "Uhoo" and flew back into the forest.

The alarm was raised by the eldest of the chief's wives when she came to wake him. When she discovered his body and the missing slave girl, the Orc got the whole camp on its feet. The furious Orcs, with the help of a shaman, quickly found the trail of the fugitive leading to the river and organized a chase. The old man stayed in the camp with a couple of younger apprentices, but a good part of the orcs with older apprentices and goblins went in pursuit. In the shaman's tent, decorated with amulets and carved statuettes made of the skins of rare monsters, the old orc, and his younger apprentices looked at the hearth burning with blue light in front of them. At that moment, he saw nothing of the hut, instead looking at the river and the forest through the eyes of the hand eagle whose body had become a receptacle for the Wind Spirit. Through the eyes of the spirit-enhanced bird, he saw the trail of the fugitive. Faint, but distinct enough. She hoped the river would hide her. It might have been confusing to someone weaker or less experienced, but the shaman was old and experienced. He wouldn't be fooled by that. He still has a few drops of the defiant slave girl's blood and a lock of her hair. He can see her trail clearly and he's following it. This is where she left the river and went deeper into the woods. The trail has become clearer. She's not getting away now. And that's a good thing. Before she's handed over to the youngsters, he'll know how she managed to get rid of the branding and ritual markings that should have shackled her body if she'd left the chief's house without permission. Had someone helped her...

Suddenly, the forest and the river became cloudy and then disappeared altogether. What the! The old man's mind returned to his body, and the orc shaman realized with horror he could not take a breath. His lungs convulsed, and his disciples collapsed beside him, writhing in agony. The old man tried to call out to his spirit servants, but none responded. As he lost consciousness, the old shaman saw a graceful maiden figure disappear through a slit in the wall of the tent. Then the mind and soon the life left the body of the old man who remained lying in his tent. Inside, the hearth was still burning. But no longer with blue, but with poisonous green light, after an elven woman threw into it a small bag with one very interesting powder. Shortly after the shaman's death, a fire suddenly broke out in the orc stronghold. Almost all the huts, tents, the chief's house, and, most importantly, the bridge over the moat went up in flames. The flames were spreading with great speed and were almost extinguished by water, which gave it away as alchemical fire. Those who remained in the camp tried to put it out, but one by one, they were struck by arrows that came out of nowhere. Within ten minutes, the entire camp was ablaze.

In the meantime, the tired but extremely satisfied elf was moving quickly into the depths of the forest, periodically throwing on the ground a handful of special seeds, which immediately sprouted and merged with the surrounding vegetation or a pinch of special powder. There couldn't be a chase, and precisely because there couldn't be, she took every possible precaution. She reached the rendezvous point just in time. Soon, several of her kin appeared from the forest, also dressed in the camouflage robes of the Jagers of Forest Guards.

"Successful?"

"More than that. They walked right into our trap. Let a few of them escape."

"Good. Let's go."

Without further words, the small group of elves went further into the forest. After a couple of hours, they came to a carefully camouflaged camp. Inside it were two more elves. To be exact, one elf and an elven woman. The elf was dressed in a healer's robe. He was busy healing the elven woman. She was lying in her underwear on a table grown out of the ground. Her neck, legs, and arms had quick-healing marks on them. Just where the slave branding and ritual tattoos of the elven captive had been. Meeting the kin, the healer answered the mute question:

"It's okay, she'll be able to walk. It'll be completely gone in two days."

"Good. Let's go."

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A few weeks later, at the Royal Palace.

"Sister, I heard that your granddaughter passed the final exam. Please accept my sincere congratulations. I'm so happy for her! The Forest Guard is our shield and sword. Jagers is its elite. To be accepted into their ranks is a great honor."

"Thank you for your kind words, Sister. I will definitely pass them on to her! I hope you will attend the initiation ceremony."

"Of course, how could I miss such an event? I look forward to it."

Saying goodbye to her favorite half-sister, the queen touched the crystal in the frame of the enchanted mirror and stood on a special stand on the desk in her study. When she was sure the mirror had turned off and the reflection of her beloved sister had disappeared, she leaned back in her chair and moaned, letting herself finally cum. After she tightly squeezed with her legs the head of her page, who was kneeling under the table in front of her, and diligently worked with his tongue between the legs of her mistress, pulling up her dress. After a little breathing, the queen, without unclenching her legs, grabbed him by the tips of his ears and said with feigned anger:

"You rascal! You wanted to embarrass me in front of my sister on purpose!?"

"Couldn't tear myself away," mumbled the squeezed page with a sly grin on his face.

"Youh sho yummhy, Your Majesty."

Then he squeezed the bead of the queen's clit with his lips and began to work his tongue with redoubled vigor. With a moan, his mistress relented and loosened her grip, spreading her legs wide. Perhaps he could be forgiven for this little impertinence. Especially on the occasion of such wonderful news. The Queen was genuinely happy for her grand-niece and wished her success in her military service. She was not lying. But the reason for her sincere joy was a little different. Jagers of Forest Guards are the elite of the elven forces. They have to solve the most difficult and diverse tasks to protect the Forest. They accomplish their goals by any means necessary. Including not the most pleasant ones, if there is no other way. Like infiltrating in the guise of a captive slave.

The thought of her sister's granddaughter living for two months as an orc chieftain's sex toy gave her as much pleasure as the tongue of the handsome young man she would forgive for his insolence today. As did the realization of who had given her grandniece and her crew this particular "exam ticket". But no one will know about it. Or rather, everyone understands everything, they're not the unintelligent children of a hundred years old, but since there is no proof, no one will say anything. Etiquette. Again, against the background of the previous teasing from her favorite sister, it's just a little prank.

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Chapter 4: Guests of the Elf Queen

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A quiet melody from the depths of the enchanted music box woke the queen, and she yawned sweetly, stretching in her bed. A few moments later, a quiet knock on the door separating the sleeping chamber from the rest of the chambers. She slanted her sleepy eyes toward the magic mirror hanging on the bedroom wall, and seeing her maids in it, she gracefully touched the amulet and unlocked the locks. As soon as they opened, her lovely girls entered the bedroom, dressed in identical snow-white tunics embroidered with gold. Stretching once more, the queen reluctantly left the bed and got to her feet. The maids immediately performed a synchronized bow to their mistress. Then, they quickly helped her to dress in light training clothes, like those used by the recruits of the Elven Forest Guard when practicing with bows. They paid special attention to the queen's breasts, stretching them with a strip of elastic. After dressing their mistress, they gathered her long platinum hair into two bunches so it would not get in the way during the morning training.

The queen left her chambers after tidying herself up while the maids were left to prepare everything necessary for her mistress's return. Astra and Fiorel, who had recently advanced from page to official favorite and lover, met her at the exit. The queen's bodyguard was wearing her usual light armor, but Fiorel was dressed in the same training suit as his mistress. After bowing to the queen, they went with her to the training field next to the palace. There, in a separate section, Her Majesty was already waiting for the bows and several quivers of arrows prepared in advance by the Keeper of the training field. But the queen began her training with a light warm-up and gymnastics. Astra and Fiorel joined her, but the bodyguard preferred to practice her weapons in front of a separate training dummy, practicing her strokes.

After stretching herself properly, the queen went to the rack, chose a practice bow, and drew the bowstring in one practiced movement. Astra and Fiorel chose full battle bows. Taking a quiver each, they took their positions, each at their line. Standing, the queen drew an arrow and placed it on the bowstring. In one smooth but quick movement, the queen took aim at the nearest target, held her breath for a moment, and then the arrow took flight with a predatory whistle. A moment later, it sank precisely into the center of a simple target of several concentric circles. Exhaling, the queen drew her next arrow and struck a new target just beyond the first. Then the next.

She had never really liked archery, largely because being a woman made it uncomfortable. But tradition obliged the monarch to know how to use a bow at least to the minimum level acceptable by elven standards. Again, shooting was an excellent workout, keeping her muscles from losing strength. Of course, the queen was far from Astra. As if she were on her own, she was sending one arrow after another into the target, even though her bow was a battle bow. She had special targets, enchanted by the druids in the form of a human, orc, or dwarf warriors, and moving under the control of several of the Caretaker's assistants. They would freeze in place or dash away, but the bodyguard's arrows would invariably hit their targets. In addition to them, special small throwing disks, launched for her by another of the Caretaker's assistants with the help of a clever machine created by dwarven craftsmen, were flying over her border. And which, one by one, were blown into small shards by the arrows. A very good level of skill, even by elven standards. In fact, the queen would not tolerate anyone else as a bodyguard. Fiorel also shot much better than the queen, albeit at fixed targets, but also in the form of human, dwarven, or orc warriors. His arrows were accurate, either in the slits of their helmets or in the joints of their armor.

By the time the queen had emptied her first quiver, Astra had already shot all three prepared for her, and, setting her bow aside she stood waiting for her mistress. Fiorel, not otherwise than out of a desire to please his mistress, was shooting at the same time as her. A good boy, it was not for nothing that she had brought him close to her. Diligent, loyal, and wonderfully sensitive to his mistress' moods. If he continues to be as good as he is, he'll be an official favorite in a couple of years. She would have let him into her bed even now, but the unspoken etiquette of the royal palace did not approve of such a quick and stormy relationship. She would have to wait at least two more years. Or better three before she could share a bed with him, let alone allow him to stay overnight in her chambers. For now, I'd have to settle for his skillful tongue. After sending the last arrow into the target, the queen exhaled and carefully removed the bowstring from her bow. Putting it back in place, she and her small entourage headed back to her chambers.

Unlike her beloved younger half-sister, she tried to surround herself with the minimum of her entourage, having long ago learned that the more maid of honor, footmen, aides, and assistants around you, the more spies you have around you. At first, when she became queen, she inexperiencedly surrounded herself with quite a large entourage to satisfy her youthful ego. But very quickly, she realized that in this way, she could not even sneeze without the whole palace finding out. After that, she reconsidered her views and preferred quantity to quality. It took three centuries of intense struggle to get rid of most of the imposed or self-appointed attendants. Some were shuffled off to her children, some were married off, and some got caught up in another court intrigue and were removed from the palace or sent into honorable (or not so honorable) exile or retirement.

As a result, only the most helpful or loyal of the scrollers remained around the queen. It made life a lot easier, though at first, few of her sworn friends missed the chance to comment on her "loneliness." Let it go. The important thing was that she could breathe relatively freely and rest as she wished. Remembering the last visit to her living green toys in the palace dungeons, the queen involuntarily licked her lips. Oh, she wish the new batch would grow up soon. Goblins are prolific, of course, but they still need to be prepared. And time is so short. Immersed in thought, the queen reached her chambers. There was already waiting for her a prepared bath and her lovely girls. Soon, she would reward them.

Astra remained at the door of the chamber, while Fiorel stood delicately by the screen the maids used to separate the bath from the rest of the room. The queen gladly removed her training suit, the bondage pressed against her breasts, and climbed into the tub. Submerging herself in the warm water, she covered her eyes and snapped her fingers. One of her girls immediately undressed and climbed into the water with her Mistress, pressing her back against her. With one hand, her Mistress began to tickle her maid's breasts with the other, she slid between her legs. The other two began to scrub her sweat and lather her hair in four hands.

"Fiorel?"

"Yes, My Mistress?"

"Is everything ready for the Duke and Duchess de Mont Ros?"

"Of course. I was told they had already crossed the border of the Forest and would be at the palace by lunchtime. Their quarters are ready, as are their servants' quarters."

"Good. Their visit must be of the highest order. The Duke's loyalty is very important to our Forest."

"I am well aware of that, Mistress. Everything you've asked of me, I've prepared and organized. I'm sure the Duke will enjoy the visit. As will his wife."

"Oh, I don't doubt that. Is there anything urgent to do? I'll be busy with my guests this afternoon and into the evening, so I won't be able to distract myself."

"Nothing urgent, Your Majesty. Just routine. A few dozen letters, all yellow sealed, the usual."

"Good."

Leaning over to the ear of the maid who had bitten her lip, she whispered affectionately, "Good girl," and then stopped teasing her. After finishing her water treatment, the queen climbed out of the bathtub. The maids quickly dried her with magic wands, after which the queen lay on a massage table next to the bathtub. The maids began to do her hair, carefully brushing her platinum locks, and the one who was in the bathtub with her, taking a small vial of aromatic oil, began to gently rub it on the queen's body, starting with her feet. Fiorel, standing behind the screen, began to read her one letter after another. As he had said, there was nothing urgent among them.

"Your sister thanks you again for your visit to her granddaughter's initiation ceremony into the ranks of the Forest Guard Jagers and looks forward to seeing you again soon."

"Give her my deepest reciprocal thanks and hope for the same."

"Your eldest daughter thanks you once again for your wedding anniversary gift. She writes that Grazia is feeling great, is very playful, and has already sprouted a horn. Princess can't wait until she is strong enough to ride and hopes to delight you with another grandson or granddaughter in the coming decades."

"My best wishes to her and her spouse. I look forward to it."

"Your husband writes that he is delayed in his visit to the eastern border of the Forest. He regrets that he will not be able to return soon. He sends you his best wishes."

"My best wishes to Him and Elder Enchantress Mirael."

"And at... will be executed."

"Anything else?"

"The Crown Prince and his wife plan to stay on a visit to her parents. They will return to the palace by early fall."

"My best wishes to them and hope they don't spoil my grandchildren too much. What's next?"

By the time all the letters had been dealt with, the maids had finished combing their mistress, who, lying on her back, was enjoying the skillful hands of her girl, who had long since openly caressed her mistress, actively rubbing between her legs and playing with her breasts. Biting her lip to hold back a moan, the queen exhaled quietly, having reached the peak of pleasure. She then pulled the maid to her and kissed her lips affectionately. Beautiful girls, what would she do without them? Rising to her feet, the queen threw on the robe she had been given, went to her closet, and meticulously inspected the dresses she had prepared. Then she chose a closed, dark green dress embroidered with silver leaf patterns, perfect for an official visit, white low-heeled shoes, and the same white silk lingerie. As jewelry, she chose a necklace of large pearls. Making sure her appearance was impeccable, she proceeded to the breakfast she had already prepared, which consisted mostly of juicy ripe fruits and several kinds of cheese with honey. After a quick refreshment, the queen left her chambers, accompanied by her small entourage, heading out to inspect the palace. Just as Fiorel had said, everything was ready for the guests, which convinced her that she had not brought him close to her for nothing.

At exactly noon, the arch of the stationary portal in the courtyard of the palace became active, and one by one the guests began to arrive. First came the Duke's guards riding on horseback, wearing ceremonial armor and carrying his standard, a red mountain with a golden peak on a black and green field. Then came the Duke's huge carriage, followed by a couple of simpler carriages with his servants and attendants. The last to enter the courtyard through the portal archway were several laden wagons, obviously with gifts. In the inner courtyard of the palace, they were met by an honor guard of elven guards, the Palace Keeper, and Fiorel. The Queen was waiting for the guests in the throne room, surrounded by numerous courtiers and her retinue. The Duke, along with his wife and three children, as well as his closest retinue, were immediately escorted inside the palace. The rest of his retinue and the guards were taken care of by the assistant keepers, as rooms had been allocated for them in advance.

Less than fifteen minutes after the arrival of the guests, the doors of the Throne Room opened, and the dear guests entered in a leisurely and dignified manner. As soon as they stepped onto the red carpet led to the foot of the throne, the Master of Ceremonies announced in a loud voice:

"Duke Augustus de Mont Ros, ruler of Morgrave, Astmark, and Lothern!"

The introduced guest walked slowly and with dignity towards the queen waiting for him. He was followed by his eldest son, half a step to the right behind him. On his left, also half a step behind, was his wife. Behind them, their two daughters. And behind them were the duke's two attendants, guard commander and first counselor. The Duke was a tall, very large man of age with thick brown and slightly curly hair, slightly touched with gray, and a luxurious mustache, dashingly twisted upward. He was dressed in gorgeous red robes, heavily embroidered with gold, and wore a wide-brimmed hat adorned with the long feather of some very large bird. He stopped a step from the foot of the throne and made an immaculate Full Bow, as did his son. His wife and daughters made an equally impeccable curtsy. The retine went down on one knee, bowing their heads.

In response, the Queen bowed slightly, and the assembled courtiers made either a Minor Bow or a Curtsy. The human servants, including the Queen's maids, made Full Bows. After the formal greeting was done with, the queen majestically rose to her feet and, with a polite smile, said:

"I am glad to see you, honorable Augustus, in good health in my house. I hope the journey has not tired you too much?"

The straightened Duke smiled and replied:

"It is I who am immensely happy to see you, beautiful Sivila! The road cannot be tiresome if it leads to your magnificent palace, where you are waiting for me!"

As she descended to the foot, the queen extended her hand to the duke, who was a good head taller than her. He bent down and took the queen's hand, which was tiny in comparison with his own, and kissed it firmly.

"And where is your crowned consort?"

"I'm afraid he is on a visit to another part of the Forest."

"What a shame, I was really looking forward to seeing him."

"It's quite possible you'll succeed, dear August. My husband should be back soon, so you have every chance of catching him."

"That would be wonderful."

Having finished exchanging pleasantries with the Duke, Sivila turned to his wife and bowed her head slightly:

"Turiel, good to see you in good health!"

A tall and slender elf with long black hair in two tight braids and blue eyes curtsied briefly. She was dressed in a dark maroon dress embroidered with gold and with a deep neckline that emphasized her high and large breasts. Against the background of the other elven women who wore closed dresses, her outfit looked very revealing. She wore a golden necklace with rubies and garnets around her neck and a golden tiara on her head.

"And it's good to see you, my dear Sivila!"

"Time flies so quickly! It seems like only yesterday I congratulated you on your son's birth, and now you already have two daughters."

"Beyond the borders of the eternal Elven Forests, time passes very differently. Let me introduce you to Mariana and Sophia."

Two girls of ten and six, dressed in the same burgundy and gold but covered dresses, curtsied in synchronized fashion. Both had dark curly hair, brown eyes like their father's, slender figures, and pointed ears, albeit shorter than their mother's. Giving them a warm smile, the queen said:

"It's a pleasure to welcome you into my domain. Your mother and I are old friends, and I've known your father for decades."

Both girls bowed their heads modestly. Sivila turned to the Duke's son, a slender young man with short dark hair that did not hide his pointed ears and a handsome, aristocratic face, whom she remembered as a restless boy of six. He was dressed like his father, in scarlet and gold robes, but an order of magnitude more modest. By human standards, he was quite handsome.

"Christian, you've turned into a charming young man since the last time I saw you! Time does go by so fast, doesn't it? I'm sure your parents have no shortage of potential brides."

The young half-elf bowed, barely touched the outstretched hand with his lips, and spoke courteously:

"And you're still as beautiful as you were ten years ago, Your Majesty. Time has no power over you at all!"

"But there is no limit to perfection, and that goes for female beauty as well," Augustus picked up his son's words with a sly squint of his eyes, "Let me, beautiful Sivila, make you a little more beautiful."

With a sly smile, the duke beckoned to his advisor. He bowed deeply once more and handed him a small box. When he opened it, the duke took out a silver bracelet of the finest quality, adorned with very large pearls glowing white, from a velvet-covered recess, which caused admiring sighs.

"The best divers at my behest have been collecting these pearls for several years for you, Sivila!"

"Oh, August, you know how to please a woman!"

"Would you."

"Of course."

The queen gave her hand to the duke and allowed him to put on her wrist a piece of jewelry that a queen was not ashamed to wear. The Duke, having fastened it, kissed the Queen's hand once more and expressed his admiration for her beauty. The official part was over, and the Queen invited the dear guests to the Dining Hall, where everything was already prepared for the feast. The Duke's family took a place of honor at the table next to the Queen and the highest courtiers. Their entourage was given a separate table. In leisurely conversation, they exchanged news, recalled events of the past, and discussed prospects for the future. The young people, especially those who had never been outside the forest, listened to the guests with great interest. As well as his wife. The guests, especially those who had never been to the land of elves, looked at their hosts and servants with great interest. The queen's charming maids, dressed in short, just above the knees, snow-white and gold tunics, attracted a lot of attention. The feast dragged on into the evening. The dishes were changed, and jugs of wine and other beverages were emptied. When the sun dropped below the horizon, the tipsy guests began to be slowly taken to the rooms assigned to them.

The queen personally escorted the slightly tipsy duke and his wife and children. They were given rooms as large as the monarch's. After saying goodbye and wishing them good dreams, the queen and her entourage went to their rooms. After dismissing Fiorel and instructing her bodyguard, she went inside with the maids. Astara remained on duty outside. As soon as the doors closed behind them, the polite smile on her face since welcoming the guests disappeared from Sivila's face. Instead, the tired expression of someone who had been hard at work all day appeared on the elf's face. She took off her dress with the help of the maids and put the jewelry in a separate box, put on a nightgown over her naked body, and let her girls go to bed. She closed herself in her study, sat down at her desk, spread out a few sheets of stamped paper before her, and began to fill them in neatly in legible handwriting by the light of a couple of magical lamps.

This is for someone unfamiliar with palace life the queen was just chatting merrily with the duke. In fact, she was hard at work. And now, it is necessary to write down all the reservations, ambiguities, details, guesses, rumors, and gossip heard during the day. To analyze them carefully, compare them with the reports of other courtiers, and then draw the necessary conclusions. And, based on these conclusions, to make decisions of importance for the whole Forest. The hands of the wall clock had passed midnight when there was a persistent knock at the door of the study. Casting a glance at the enchanted mirror by the door and already knowing who she would see there, Sivila unlocked the locks. The cabinet doors opened and closed silently, and a barely audible humming sound was heard as the cabinet's magical defenses were activated. A moment later, the duke's consort appeared in the chair opposite the queen, deactivating her invisibility amulet out of nowhere. As soon as she was there, the queen put aside her writing utensils and said sternly, folding her arms across her chest:

"What the Hell, Turi?"

The Duke's wife, dressed in a robe and short nightgown, flashed her blue eyes:

"I could ask you the same thing, Sivi."

"I am not joking," the queen said sternly, frowning her elegant eyebrows.

Straightening her right leg under the table, she rested her fingertips on the crotch of the elf who sat across from her, her longtime friend and lover.

"Even one half-blood child is a big headache in terms of where to put it. I thought we discussed that last time you were here. And you gave him two more? What the hell were you thinking, Turi?!"

Sivila reinforced the last phrase by increasing the pressure on her friend's crotch and twirling her fingers, at the same time noting to herself that the duke, despite the difficult day, apparently found the strength to fulfill his conjugal duty. Turiel glared and straightened her right leg in response, resting her fingers between her friend's and lover's legs and literally hissing:

"You'd think I had a choice! My beloved husband was very persistent in his desire to have as many heirs as possible. And his dear mother was very supportive. Not to mention the crowd of envious whores, who only wanted to sit down with their holes in my place under the pretext that I would not have children. I had to prove otherwise to keep August. But, as you understand, he was not going to limit himself to one child, and therefore, he was not stingy with all kinds of healers and priests of the goddess of fertility. In such a situation, there was no way for me to avoid pregnancy without arousing suspicion! Besides..."

At this point, she pressed her thumb on the queen's clit and began rubbing it:

"In case you've forgotten, Sivi, I agreed to be the Duke's lover for a couple of years, not to become his full-fledged wife! That was not part of our agreement!"

Frowning, feeling the growing excitement of her friend's fingers pressing on the most sensitive point of her pussy, Sivila stopped pressing, instead stroking her gently with her pads. Thankfully, Turiel wasn't wearing any underwear. Nor was the queen.

"We discussed that last time, too. No one expected August to be so fond of you. It was an opportunity not to be missed. His loyalty is very important to our Forest. His family has great influence in the Confederation of Free Cities..."

"I remember it all very well, and that's the only reason I agreed to be his wife at all, to live among humans and have a child with him. One," Turiel emphasized the last phrase irritably, also changing the pressure to stroking with the tip of her thumb.

"And we all really appreciate it...."

"Oh, that must be why all those court scum looked at me like a pervert and whispered obscene things about me, knowing full well that I could hear them!"

In her mind, the queen frowned. On the one hand, she sympathized with her friend, but on the other hand, she couldn't fix the brains of all the brainless fools who weren't even two hundred years old.

"Turi, everyone with a brain understands what you've done for the good of the Forest, and the underage idiots will too, once they've lived another two hundred years."

"Oh, that thought directly makes me feel noticeably better," the queen's friend said sarcastically, increasing the pressure again.

"That's what would really help me if I could see in deed rather than words that my sacrifices were appreciated."

The queen exhaled a sigh of relief. Well, she wouldn't mind bargaining, especially since the benefits of Turi being the wife of one of the most powerful dukes in the Confederation of Free Cities were indeed enormous. Raising the top of her palm, she stopped stroking her lover with her fingers while spreading her legs wide, showing she was ready for concessions.

"What do you want?"

"Straight to the point? I like that," Turiel said, immediately animated.

Theatrically hesitating and rolling her eyes, she placed her entire foot between Sivila's legs and began to drum her fingers slowly.

"First, a good husband when I get back. One of your younger relatives. And a husband, not a lover, even an official one."

The queen mentally groaned. It would be very difficult to impose on any of her unmarried relatives a spouse who had borne three children from a human. However, there is hope that one of them or the growing grandchildren will get into some scandal, and as a payment to cover it up, it will be possible to impose such a wife on him. In general, the option works, and there is still time.

"All right."

"Secondly, I need additional funding and special equipment. I've prepared a list."

"Of course."

"I also need the help of some of my kin. I can't cope alone. There are more and more humans every year who want to get rid of me and take my place! And I can't trust non-elves, so think of who you'll send with me. I've already picked out a cover, by the way. I'm sure you'll love it."

It's easier with this one. Sivila was prepared for it and had already thought through who could be sent to help Turi.

"Which one?"

"A young romantic youth, the son of a reprehensible love affair between a human and an elfess..."

"Oh, no..."

"Looking for his soulmate, but surrounded only by rude and primitive humans..."

"Tury, please..."

"Meets her, the beautiful daughter of the Forests ..."

"I'm gonna be sick..."

"What are you saying, Sivi?!" The queen's lover clapped her eyes in surprise as she continued to tease her with her foot.

"I thought you were a fan of Legael's quill?"

"I was three thousand eight hundred years ago, like most young and romantic girls at that time. Since then, my attitude toward his rather smutty love stories has changed a lot."

"Oh, how you criticized a recognized classic of love literature. I've been literally living as a character in his book for years now."

"All right, I hear you. We'll play out the scenario of the elf who falls in love with a poor half-breed misunderstood by humans. Only the agent will be someone who's already had all her children. We have more problems with quarterons than we do with half-breeds."

"Deal. Also, Augustus will be only too happy that his son's lover will be spared the disadvantage of having bastards."

"Speaking of kids. What are you planning on doing with them? I hope you're not gonna bring them here."

"Of course not. Christian will inherit his father's title. That much is clear. There are, however, a couple of bastards that Augustus made before he met me. The threat from them is minimal, but we'll still need to be on the safe side. It won't be hard to marry off daughters. There are already two dozen grooms. And if we provide them with additional dowry, there will be even more. I have prepared a list of candidates. It will be necessary to analyze it and find out with whom the marriage will be the most profitable for Forest and August. Thankfully, he doesn't skimp on rejuvenating alchemy and magic, and he'll live long enough. Much longer than I had hoped to spend with him," Turiel said with pressure, pressing her fingers between the queen's legs again.

She only mentally rolled her eyes:

"Is there anything else?"

Her friend squinted her eyes slyly and said slowly:

"I'd love for you to get involved too....."

"Not that, Turi, I can't!"

"But, Sivi, it's for Forest's sake!"

"No way! I'm not sleeping with him! It's bad enough he literally groped me in front of the whole Court!"

"I promise to give him a big jealousy scene for that."

"Turi, it's out of the question! Not because I don't want to, and I don't want to, but because it would do more harm than good! He'd spread the word of such a feat throughout the entire Confederacy of Free Cities!"

"What do you care what people say? Five hundred years from now, no one will even remember it."

Making a pitying face, Sivila uttered:

"Turi, please, let's do without this."

Her friend smiled slyly in return and gently tickled the most sensitive point of the queen's pussy with her fingertip.

"Well, if you ask very nicely, I'll consider it."

Rolling her eyes once more, Sivila got up from the table and walked over to her friend, who was sitting in the chair and knelt in front of her. She willingly spread her legs. The queen threw her platinum hair back behind her back and looked up at her with a displeased look:

"If you wanted to spend the night with me, you could have just asked instead of making a scene."

In response, her longtime lover giggled and stroked the queen's head:

"I can't help it, Sivi! I love seeing you on your knees in front of me."

With a promise in her mind that she would give the Duke some alchemy to increase male strength and desire, Sivila dipped her mouth to her friend's labia, gently running the tip of her tongue over the slit. With a satisfied smile, Turi threw her legs over her shoulders and leaned back in the chair, one hand caressing her breasts and the other holding her friend's head. The queen was convinced she was right in her assumption that Augustus, despite a hard day, had found the strength to fulfill his conjugal duty. However, it was more likely that Turi had dragged him to bed on purpose, knowing she would have a conversation with her friend, which would inevitably end with a kneeling negotiation. What an asshole, she could have at least taken a shower! Mentally promising her to remember that, Sivila bit down on her friend's clit with her lips, eliciting a satisfied moan.

She squeezed her legs in response, pressing the queen's face harder into her pussy. Her tongue quickened, Sivila reached up with both hands and squeezed her friend's tits, which were twice as big as her own, thanks to the alchemy Augustus had spared her. Taking hold of Turiel's hardened nipples with her fingers, she twisted them affectionately, then pushed them in sharply with her fingers. Her friend couldn't take it anymore, leaned back in her chair, and moaned as she orgasmed. Sivila readily took a mouthful of her friend's juices, and before she realized what was happening, she threw her legs off her, stood up sharply, and covered her mouth with her own. Turi twitched and moaned in protest but could do nothing, pinned to the chair. The Queen, with a satisfied face, fed her friend her nectar and then withdrew satisfied with the result. After Turi coughed, she sat on her lap and kissed her again, penetrating her mouth with her tongue. Turi's blue eyes flashed, and she responded by biting her friend lightly, clutching the queen's buttocks.

Pulling away slightly, Sivila smiled slyly:

"You don't like the taste of your own husband?"

Turiel gave a displeased hiss in response, and with unexpected strength for a graceful-looking elfess, she picked up the laughing Sivila in her arms, got to her feet, and made her way to the couch against the wall. Laying the queen down on it, she climbed on top of her, sitting on her face. Turi enjoyed her friend's tongue again for a few minutes, and then she turned around without getting off the queen and leaned into her pussy. But instead of responding to Sivila's caress, she took the tip of a long lock of her hair in her hands with a sly smile and began to tickle her with it. The queen, who had not expected such a thing, twitched and mewled and, at the same time, began to jerk her legs, but her friend could not be thrown off. The tickling torture continued for almost a minute, and only when Sivila was at her limit did her friend lean over and press the most sensitive point of her pussy with her lips, causing a muffled moan, followed by an orgasm. With a satisfied hum, Turiel gently climbed off her breathing friend and lay beside her, hugging and kissing her gently. She responded to her lover's caress and asked in a calm voice:

"Did I convince you?"

Grinning, Turiel replied:

"I'll consider it a yes."

And she gently took the tip of the queen's long ear in her mouth. She giggled but didn't pull away, instead hugging her tighter.

"Are you staying the night?"

"I can't. August gets up early. It wasn't easy enough for me to slip away to you."

"See you tomorrow, then."

"See you tomorrow."

She kissed her friend goodbye and let her leave the office. As soon as the doors closed behind Turiel, who had activated the invisibility amulet, the queen exhaled a sigh of relief and collapsed into her chair. This had gone much easier than expected. She had feared her longtime friend and lover would take much longer to bargain. The Queen was willing to go to great lengths to maintain influence over one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the Confederacy of Free Cities through her. And Turi knew it. This meant she was either taking pity on her friend, which was unlikely, or she was up to some other trickery. Given her temper, Sivila was more willing to believe the latter. The queen stretched, glancing doomfully at the papers left on the table. And then at the wall clock. And with a doomed groan, instead of going to sleep, she continued her work.

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Notes:

Author's Note:

Links to pictures, both honestly collected on the Internet and generated by AI:

Sivila: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1koRoYWQzGs7-KuKAJ00CbQO19Ij-nCOT?usp=drive_link

Maid Concept: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1H41vrGfuYBSQJioUAAZg8vO2E25pt5WY/view?usp=drive_link

Revealing dress BEFORE the fashion change: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1UxBmssrfBkUEOMtmjVXiloMfMguWLdia/view?usp=drive_link

The "revealing" dress is now:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lVg3vSeBJ-3rTAq2NuYa5ZIxlGWy3D-t/view?usp=drive_link