Bromgotta, Queen of the Dwarves

You are sitting on your throne with a leg up over each arm of the chair. Your war advisor, Tryck has just placed one of the newest sex toys your subjects have designed, at the entrance of your pussy. It stands on an adjustable stand and has three removable toys attached to it, one on top of the other. The top is the smallest; a small soft suction cup that he has fit over your clitoris. The middle toy is an extremely thick knobbed cock with the tip curving upward which is stretching even your own loose pussy to the limits. And the finally is a thinner cock that is narrow at the tip and grows in thickness to nearly the size of the cock above it. Tryck has worked it into your ass. Behind each toy is a series of pulleys and gears hidden inside a prettily decorated box.

Excited to begin you tell Tryck to push the start button and you moan in surprise as the suction cup actually begins to suck and vibrate. The double cocks begin to slowly draw out of your pussy and ass only to enter again first the top then the bottom. They alternate continually and rhythmically their speed increasing slightly every ten or twelve strokes.

A deep hum begins in the back of your throat as the first of your orgasms takes over. As the wave washes over you, Tryck approaches and strips. His cock is rock hard and eagerly bouncing. He grins at you and turns a dial, which expands both cocks. The suction on your clit begins to pulse and you buck against it. You see two of your guardsmen pulling their cocks from their uniforms and stroking them. You take Tryck's cock into your mouth and begin to suck it. You stop only long enough to motion the guards over and take each of their cocks in your hands. You are moaning and writhing as this wonderful toy fucks you deeply. You haven't had this great an orgasm in years. You suck harder on Tryck's cock as you feel him expand with cum. His hips tense and he blows his load down your throat. You greedily swallow every drop.

Both guards are thrusting their hips to increase your speed on their cocks. You start pulling away at their ruddy members and both men moan in appreciation. Tryck begins playing with the dials on the machine again. The cock in your ass deflates and begins to spin literally screwing itself into your ass. The cock in your cunt stays wonderfully thick but that curved tip begins to wiggle back and forth rubbing your g-spot with delightful friction. The suction on your clit has stopped for now. The poor little organ is a bit soar from so much attention. You are barely aware of anything beyond the cocks in your hands and those buried in you until Tryck removes the suction cup and begins to lick your clit. Your legs tense and you buck like a wild creature screaming out with the intensity of your orgasm.

The two guardsmen take over jerking their cocks and begin to spray hot seed over your firm full dwarven breasts. Seeing that you have had enough for now, Tryck pulls the machine away and lovingly cleans your pussy with his tongue. The shivers slowly subside as a large loud angry voice interrupts your pleasant reverie.

"With a slut queen like you on the throne it is no wonder that the elves are succeeding in taking over our realm. You are too busy getting that sloppy pussy of yours filled to care about anything else!" Dromfet accused.

You sit up blushing a bit because you brother has caught you yet again. Your anger is rising with him for his insolence.

"It is about time that you understand that every minute of everyday cannot be filled with war, brother dear." You spit back. Naked as the day you were born you storm over to him. He is your height and you stare him down. "Besides what good would it be to be Queen and not enjoy all the pleasure of life?" you whisper carelessly. You trace a finger down his chest and grab in manhood. It is firm and thick with lust.

"Moreover I know you are only jealous." You whisper in his ear and stroke his cock. "Maybe you would like to play too, brother dear? Would you like to shove your cock into my cunt and make me cum?"

Dromfet turns beet red but doesn't immediately push away. You think you have him right where you want him when...