And what a juicy pickle it is!

She just... stares at you for awhile. Or rather, at your indecent bulge. Which, to your surprise, only makes you strain against your own pants harder. The damn thing feels like it might rip out of them at any second.

Eventually, she parts her lips, and begins to speak. “Is that… is that because of me?” She squeaks out, her voice cracking a little.

“Well, yeah,” you reply as nonchalantly as you can muster, despite being able to feel your heart pounding in your ears. “I mean, any guy would react the same, right? You know, if they saw someone... like you.”

She looks up from your pants, and into your eyes. Jeebus, her shining green eyes are fucking beautiful. “Really? Even if I’m... an elf?” You don’t detect any sarcasm in her voice, just honest surprise.

“…Yes?” you reply, confused. “You’re, like, ridiculously hot.”

She nods slowly in understanding, as she tries desperately to keep her eyes on your face. “Uh, well then. Ummmmm… huh.” It isn’t long before her gaze dips south. “Is that for real, though? That's... for me?”

You aren’t quite sure where your next thought comes from. It’s not a flash of sudden understanding, like with the weird memory bullshit you've been experiencing. It’s more like... an idea that creeps its way suddenly into your subconscious. And before you can let your better judgement stop you, you find yourself unbuckling your belt, unbuttoning your pants, and letting your cock out to stand rigid in the open air. And what a cock it is! It’s certainly longer than the one you had back home. Also, thicker. You’re pretty sure you could fit both hands around it, with room to spare. And it feels, somehow, stronger. You can’t really put it into words, but it feels wild and powerful, like a cannon that’s been loaded with way too much gunpowder.

But that’s not the only delightful surprise, because Trannellis makes her way across the room in an instant, and before you can even respond, she’s on her knees in front of you, getting up close and personal with your new manhood. It's as though you blinked, and the next moment she was just there. She looks at it the way a hungry dog might look at a scrap from the table, just waiting for permission to dig in.

She eventually breaks the silence, looking up at you. “Can… can I touch it?”

Holy shit, whipping it out actually worked. Who knew? "You can do whatever you want to it, Nelly," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

She puts a hand around it, and then the other, her long slender fingers making it look even larger in comparison. “Whoa,” she says, in awe. “Just how much mana do you produce, Crofton?”

“How much what now?” you begin to ask, but you don’t even get to the end of the sentence before your bulbous head is in her mouth. Her warm, inviting mouth. Oh FUCK that’s nice. You can’t help but moan a bit as she starts to get over her initial surprise and begins taking more and more of your girth. You haven’t exactly had a lot of blowjobs, but even just from this strange beginning, this is looking to be the best you've ever had. By a magnitude. Or ten.

She bounces back and forth on it, her perky tits bouncing along, her lovely tongue working the underside of your shaft. You suddenly realize you have no idea what to do with your hands, and looking at her long ears, you briefly consider holding onto them like handlebars. Luckily, even through the incredible sensations of Trannellis' excellent sucking, you decide against it, and settle with placing one hand on her head. You stroke her luscious hair, silky and smooth, as she looks up at you with big innocent emerald eyes, which contrasts nicely with the fact her mouth is currently full of dick.

After a few more minutes of sucking and slurping, she braces her hands against your thighs. Before you can ask what’s she’s doing though, she leans forward and takes aaaaall of you down into her, opening up her throat like a seasoned pro, and shattering her previous veneer of innocence. She bottoms out, her lips pressing into body, and with a resounding cry of “FUUUUUUUCK”, you unload thick rope after rope of generous spunk into her. If you could think straight, you’d probably be impressed at the way she keeps herself right up against you as you spasm, and the way she simply lets the entire content of your balls unload themselves directly into her stomach.

And then, the moment passes. You slump back against the chair you’re sitting in, spent. She lets your softening mass out of her mouth with a satisfying little “pop”, the whole thing clean as a whistle, though still slick from her saliva. And then she looks up at you.

She’s totally red in the face. She's even shaking a little, like she's just beginning to realize what she just did. “Um… sorry! I’m so sorry!” she says, waving her hands in front of her. “I don’t know what came over me! I got carried away, and caught up in the moment and…”

You smile, your head still a little fuzzy. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I uh… I think I needed that.”

“Right, right!” She responds, nodding, as she stands and makes her way towards the door. “I was just… helping you out! You looked… um, pent up, that’s all!”

“Uh, are you okay?” you ask as the post nut fog begins to fade.

“I’m fine! I’m just… going to go for a walk!” She opens the door. “A night walk!” She takes a step out. “Topless, I guess!”

And she slams the door behind her, leaving you alone in the afterglow of the best blowjob of your life. What a fucking weird day.

When you wake up the next morning, you're greeted by the wonderful smell of a lovely breakfast cooking. You lazily open your eyes and roll over to see...The interior of the cottage you, Crofton, the goddamn prince, live in. You half expected to wake up at home, this whole experience a dream.

And even more surprisingly, a woman is bent over your table spooning some sort of lovely smelling omelet onto a plate. You get a wonderful view of her plump and toned backside, now clad back in her tight leather leggings, but nonetheless lovely. She stands up and turns around to regard you, her wonderful mane of cascading golden hair lighting her face like an angel. Also, she's not wearing a shirt, just those wraps you saw her in last night, so you also get a nice view of her toned, slim midriff. All in all, a great way to wake up.

"Good morning, Prince Crofton," she says, as professionally as she possibly can, her voice shaking just the tiniest bit.

"Uh, good morning, Trannellis," you respond as you start to move yourself out of bed. "Wait," you say as you begin to shake the morning cobwebs out of your head, "I was sleeping on the floor last night, right?"

She nods. "Yes, I moved your Highness into the bed after I came back from my... stroll." Her tone is uncomfortably formal, lacking almost all of the friendliness from the day before.

Well shit. This is going to get weird now, isn't it? Fuck that, you're nipping this in the bud. "Trannellis, we need to talk about what happened last night."

She freezes up, standing stock still, as you shuffle your legs over the edge of the bed. "Prince Crofton, I truly must apologize, and I can assure you it will never happen again!" she shouts, as she bows deeply towards you.

"What? Why? No! No, it's fine!" you say as you stand, waving your hands in front of you. "I whipped out my dick in front of you, you sucked me off, it was all consensual, right? No need to be upset about it!"

She brings herself back up to a standing posture, and you can see her posture relax a bit. "Oh. Right, yes. I just thought... you know, it might be a problem."

You chuckle a little. "It's no prob, Nelly. I might be hiring you, but you don't have to walk on eggshells around me."

She smiles sweetly at you, and that beautiful look of innocence is back on her face. "You're... you're a strange one, Crofton."

You chuckle. "You have no idea."

She turns to gesture to the plate behind her. "I made breakfast for you. Mushroom and spinach omelet, I hope you enjoy it."

You stand up and walk by her to take a seat at the table, still wearing your trousers from the night before, as she sits opposite you. The omelet is, of course, exquisite. Who would have thought a vegetarian omelet could be so good?

"Damn, Nelly, this is some good mushroom!" You say emphatically between bites. There's no plate in front of her, however, and she seems content to watch you enjoy your meal. "Did you already eat?" you ask, a little concerned.

"Oh, uh, in a way," she replies, blushing slightly. "I think your mana will do plenty to sustain me for a while, to be honest."

You cock an eyebrow, half expecting some flash of memory, but nothing comes. "My mana? What do you mean?"

She smiles coyly, which is pretty cute considering how red her face is. "Like you don't know, Crofton. Your... essence, from last night."

You almost ****, but get the bite of omelet down without coughing. "Right, well, uh, you're welcome to it anytime," you say politely, as you mentally slap yourself for being so thoughtlessly nasty.

But she doesn't seem to be bothered by it, smiling sweetly at you instead. "I just might take you up on that, although I don't think I should... ah, ingest, quite so much. The excess mana caused a few... complications, you see."

You cock your head a little, intrigued. "What kind of complications?"

She blushes, but reaches down behind her and begins to unwrap her chest, letting the cloth fall to the floor to reveal her breasts to you once more. Except these are not the ones you saw last night. Those were... well, they were lovely, but they certainly weren't anything like these. Her breasts were twice the size you remember, still wonderfully perky, and you could tell that if you got a hold of one it'd easily fill your palm, with plenty to spill over the sides. How the hell did she fit these monsters under those wraps? You aren't an expert on bra sizes, by any means, but they're definitely bigger than any girlfriend you've had. Also, with her slender elfin frame, they obviously couldn't be natural, but they had that natural sag and weight to them that said otherwise.

And you did this. Your seed did this to her.

Awesome.