An erotic alliance

Peace reigned in the Elven Hills. After agreeing to pay homage to the Duke, the invading army became its protectors. Vassals were awarded the right to build fortifications, a paultry honor without the income to upkeep these holdings. To the surprise of many, Sir Farthof was found alive, and married to an elven princess, apparently she saved him from grave wounds and he somehow captured her heart. The Duke was overjoyed with his return, and named him his Raven. The Dove and the Raven, the Duke proclaimed, would be his new representatives in the kings court.

The Duke also lingered in these wild lands, enjoying the Queen´s company. The couple hunted together, danced, caroused and enjoyed other noctural activities. Aloric grew no less cruel, his raw lust would have certainly injuried Galathea if she wasnt so aroused by his mortal fury.

The arrival of the elven king´s army drastically shifted the power balance. His archers numbered thousands, his cavalry hundreds, his mages dozens. And without the Dove´s presence, the Duke´s army morale quickly plummeted. A parley was called, and answered.

Galathia stood besides the duke, her arm wrapped on his, her breasts barely covered by the flimsy dress. The duke stood tall and regal, easily outweighting any of the present elves. He made a small measure to the approaching royalty, a show of courtesy to an equal.

"Greetings King Elenir, ruler of the elves, the last of Adanor´s descendants..." But the king interrupted the Duke before he could continue. "human Aloric, whom the mortals call Duke. It takes courage for a butcher to stand before a king, and to address him rather than grovel for mercy. It matters not, the outcome would be the same." The thin royal blade whistle clean of its scabbard, its characteristic starlight glow bathing the tent. "Unhand my Queen, and I will make your end quick" but not painless, his eyes promised.

The Queen opened her mouth to reason, but Aloric pushed her aside. Plain steel and a sharp edge slid out of the human scabbard. "I fear no absent King." Full of theatrics, the Duke stick his weapon on the ground "But this Blade was sworn to defend the fair folk, even their foolish King. Soldier, your spear" His bodyguard answer promptly, and while the king is still confused by those words, Aloric promptly thrust his weapon, drawing first blood and wounding the elf´s arm.

The King was no amateur, but the duke spear denied him the elegant swordmanship tricks he favored. Distance was anathema to the riptoses he favored, and to use spells or glamours would be the concede the human´s superiority in melee. The elf was an agile fighter, he nimbly and acrobatically dodged the following thrusts and swings, but his wound bled worse with each sudden move, his strenght sapped fast. When Elenir eventually did find an opening, and closed inside the spear´s range, he found Aloric´s boot in his chest. The fight was over, as the king toppled to the ground.

Aloric readied his spear for a killing blow, but his arms wouldnt obey. The moment passed, and the king rolled away. "Why?"he asked "Why didnt you kill me?" And some sorcery made his words true "I am a sworn protector of the Elven people, I shall not take the life of one of my wards". Aloric glanced at the Queen, and her satisfied smile confirmed his suspicion. Still, it didnt change his victory. "We were enemies, and we would both regret if we never had each other´s measure; But what are we now?"

The king measured his opponent for long, there was no duplicity in his spear, no treachery to kill him. Cruelty still reeked from the Duke, but that was often the way of mankind. "Friends" the king answers "By the ancient wind, let it be heard we are friends" Heralds took word, and soldiers on both sides breathed relived.

There was a compelling **** that prodded Aloric to befriend the King, and they found each other´s company better than they previously expected. Both had several tales to share, and eventually, after wine lightened their better judgement, Elenir offered "We shoud exchange gifts, like proper monarchs do. Name yours, and I shall name mine" The Duke made light of the offer, and asked "You are too generous with your guests, already I boast the fairest elven beauty as my mistress. But if I may ask a boon, then, it will be this cloak you wear, I am sure she will look lovely on it, and nothing else" The king roared in laughter, even as the Queen blushed at the compliment.

Galathia took the gossamer cloak, the finest spider silk embroided with starlight, the King assumed to merely make the deliver. He asked the Duke "A costly gift, so I shall not shy from doing the same. I want to share this same vision, proof my gift wasnt squadered in some serving wench." Aloric arched an eyebrow, and found his answer unhindered by the Queen´s spell "If your Good Wife doesnt mind? I can promise I will be no gentleman when that happens."

"What says you, my Queen? Would you deny me the pleasure?" The Queen had a polite smile, and answered simply "it would be your majesty´s prerrogative." The King laughed all the more, "you can stay by my side, and enjoy the show". Her placid, unwavering smile didnt dignify an answer answer, she merely stood, her hips swaying as she made towards the cruel Duke.

"Galathia, love, you were most disobedient. It was plain that your dress, adorable as it is, should be gone." Galathia whimpered when the towering Duke took her in his arms, his teeth leaving hickups in her milky skin. Cloak, dress, it made no difference, the Duke discarded both as he revealed the QUeen´s gorgeous body.

Galathia brushed her leg up his tight, but she fent no support this time. He instead ordered her on her knees, the submission she didnt give him until now. Perhaps it would occur her to refuse in any other circunstances, but in front of her husband´s eyes she did bend her knees, and meekly opened Aloric´s pants, revealing his meaty cock to the elven audience.

"It was a hard bargain, I had my eyes first at a certain sorceress I saw in the battle" The human taunted as he felt the delicate tongue circling his his cockhead. "But your representative was very persuasive, she certainly has a silver tongue and velvet lips" Aloric groans when the Queen engulfs his cock, she was in no position to deny his lies. "I though maybe I could have been biased, So I asked my advisors opinions. But you did work well to get their aproval, didnt you?" The queen continues dedicatedly bobbing her head up and down the splendly taunt erection, nodding for the king "Do you remember your words?" the cock brush against her cheek "I said 'I cant give you my royal pussy until you accept me... may i persuade you with a different hole' " she continues to please his cock, but turns towards the king, mimicking the ficticious events. "I still dont know whenever or not I regret my decision" She screams when the Duke follows the lead, his moist cock not nearly wet enough for the anal penetration.

The King was mesmerized, by the fabricated tale and the genuine suffering. The Queen screeched, but ignored the pain and thrust back each time he entered her, angling her back to feel him deeper and deeper. His anger was evident, but his hard on was no different. His royal guard also couldnt hide their disconfort, a couple didnt even try.

The Queen milked his orgasm with her tight ass, forcing his cum deep. It felt better, his unrelenting hard on coated with his sticky sperm. She felt easier to moan and build her own orgasm, and to show her glee to the cuckold king.

His hands her breast, denying the immediate satisfaction that was building in her. "You asked to see, your majesty. Come closer" And Eleric obeyed, like a puppy. The Duke resumed his pistolling slowly, but forceful. A completely different sensation, but an equally powerful chemistry. The king now was a mere handspan away from her voluptuous body, a harder trust sent her in his arm. The mounting pressure and speed, she began to whimper and moan again, describing the savage violation in graphic detail to her eternal love. "Kneel in front of me" Galathia ordered her husband, and he obeys at once. Her pussy start to leak uncontrolably as she finnaly reaches her orgasm, she surrenders to her mortal lover as she bathes her husband´s face with her love juices.

It is the Duke´s time to roar a laugh, and most elves join him. Shame doesnt lessen his desire, he kiss his mad Queen with a passion he didnt feel in centuries, and when she forces him to lay down he doesnt resist. His cockhead finds her cunt easily, but she turns to the duke, and orders her second thrall... "You too". He lays over her, and the second, larger, harder and thicker head meet the first at her cunt entrance. Their erections were sandwhiched together, her entrance so tight both
had tears in their eyes. "Please...oh, by the holy wind..."she moaned in elven and human tongue "My king, your cock is raveshing me..." and then "My Duke, I never in my immortal life..." she flipped lovers without ever abandoning either, and they both fought to outdo the other. In this battle, she was the greatest winner, countless times over.

They each flood her royal womb with their scortching sperm, an erotic cocktail she forces down the throat of the **** elven king. Galathias dripping cunt finds her mortal lover ready again, her husbands tongue remain playing with her clint as the Duke pounces her with abandon. She places her hand over her womb, sure to enjoy her Duke for many years to come!

And so Aloric became the protector of the elves. This part of his tale is finished, but perhaps he will appear again.