Chapter Eight

“I’m going to grow fat with his babies…”

“No, I’M going to grow fat with his babies...”

The two noble elves lay on the large bed facing each other, all antagonism gone as they snuggled together with curling fingers buried in one anothers slick pussies and breathless parted lips mere inches apart.

Their contentious words weren’t an argument so much as they were a husky refrain in worship to the glorious masculine figure displayed on the ceiling above them.

The irrefutably perfect form of a naked Crown Prince Seberin was displayed fucking the face of some raven-haired, olive-skinned woman with impossibly voluptuous curves garbed in barely-there wispy black underthings, though the artists perspective was directed towards the mature cock-gobbling bombshell’s backside and shielded her visage from view.

“He’s going to stretch my virgin elfhood wide open with his wondrous cock…”

“No, he’s going to stretch MY virgin elfhood wide open with his wondrous cock…”

They shuddered in blissful unison as the whispered words brought on another small wash of carnal pleasure and they clung tighter together as they basked in the warmth of each other's caressing touches.

The afternoon had journeyed into evening on a delirious trail of quick little cums brought on by their shared, spoken fantasies.

The room reeked of fragrant herbal tea, wet elven cunt and rose blossoms. Erulia kissed along Idril’s swan-like neck, marveling at how velvety soft her friend's tanned skin felt against her exploring lips. A multitude of empty glass vials tinkled on the mattress surrounding them as they rocked gently upon one another’s wiggling fingers.

The quantity of consumed potion had resulted in a lackadaisical euphoria in both elven maidens, draining all the venom out of their brief fit of temper and replacing it with a languorous skin-tingling serenity. A fluffy sense of wellbeing and warm affection suffused their lissome bodies.

“He’s going to fill my fertile high elf womb with all his royal seed…”

“He’s going to fill MY fertile wood elf womb with all his royal seed…”

They gasped quietly as more of their combined juices dripped onto the damp bedding and Idril moaned again as Erulia palmed one of her spongy breasts through the constricting fabric of her tightening dress.

There was definitely more there than before. The sweetheart neckline was beginning to dig into swelling mounds of flawless sunkissed flesh.

The changes weren’t solely confined to Idril’s chest either.

She whined piteously as Erulia withdrew her clever digits, now pruny from a prolonged pussy soaking, and grazed them up over hips that were practically broadening under her stroking fingertips. The maroon skirts had bunched around the pointy-eared vixen’s still narrow waist hours ago for horny ease of access but Erulia doubted that they could properly cover the plumping up rear the wood elf was growing.

It was as though her friend and present lover were slowly blooming into adulthood before her eyes. No, not adulthood–motherhood! Like each pulse-quickening micro-climax added a fraction more curve to her willowy figure, filling it out in preparation of being fucked full of princely progeny.

It was a rapidly accumulating effect given the lusty afternoon they had just shared.

Erulia looked down at her own slim nakedness with a distant feeling of discontent muted by the dreamy fuzziness. There was some added padding to her cleavage, sure, but where she might fill a shallow goblet with her pale tit, Idril’s figure-hugging gown was coming apart at the seams under the strain of her incrementally expanding frontage.

She didn’t think her juice drenched thighs were getting any thicker but it was difficult to tell at a glance with Idril’s faithful fingers still buried between them. Would her butt and hips fill out to child-bearing proportions too?

For the first time in her life, the high-born Princess cursed her peoples natural magical resistance. What a thrice-damned nuisance!

Then her crystalline stare drifted up once more to the portrait of the hunky Prince Seberin getting his cock lavishly worshiped by the mysteriously familiar dark-haired beauty on the ceiling above. All her concerns floated away like chaff on the wind as she lazily rolled onto her back and pushed the mewling wood elf’s pretty head down her wriggling body until those fat, kissable lips were firmly locked onto her pristine pussy.

Perhaps things would be better in the morning after some sleep.

The sound of deep hearty grunts and husky feminine squeals began to drift in from the grate in Idril’s room next door…

“You can’t get enough can you? Do you need this hard fucking cock in that tight mommy cunt?”

“I do! I constantly crave your big boy dick stirring up my insides, baby. I want to be walking with a limp tomorrow after you make me scream myself hoarse!”

Erulia’s dainty hands covered her reddening cheeks as the meaty smack of slapping skin and increasingly loud wails of orgasmic rapture caused her to buck and grind on her handmaiden’s lashing tongue. Her eyes were locked on the image of the masculine god staring straight into her soul with those intense amber eyes as her back arched off the bed and fingers tore at the soiled sheets.

“Prince Seberin… Hyaa~!”

Sleep would have to come later, it was fixing to be a long night of sweaty gushing passion under the piercing gaze of the most perfect man Erulia had never met.

Warm morning sunshine dappled the platinum-haired Princess’s face as she slowly roused in a knot of twisted and stained bedding, wrapped up tight with Idril’s arm slung across her waist from behind.

She smiled as memories of the night before trickled into her sleep-addled brain. It had been wild, torrid. An evening overflowing with heated exhilaration and seemingly endless explosive ecstasy in tribute to her most beloved Prince Seberin.

No… her handsome husband-to-be!

She wriggled and kicked at the sheets in girlish excitement, a blush creeping across her porcelain complexion as she muffled a happy squeal in a large feather pillow.

Taking in a deep breath, Erulia let out a satisfied sigh and rolled onto her back. There he was, still booking down on her. Still watching over her as she slept. Still so rugged and handsome and virile, with his towering god-like physique and gorgeous suckable cock still buried in the beautiful goddess’s throat.

Heaven’s but how could it not be? A capital “M” Man like Prince Seberin with a capital “C” Cock such as his demanded respect and acts of service were a sign of the deference he richly deserved.

They weren’t married yet, some other lucky lady could keep his meaty scepter warm and wet for her in the meantime.

Erulia closed her crystalline eyes as she languidly stretched and let her dainty hands trace the sleek lines of her naked, nubile figure. Her imagination swam with fantasies of herself as the marvelous Man’s bride.

Would he take her maidenhead right there in the holy chapel?

Bend her over the altar and hike up her wedding gown–no, tear off her white wedding gown with his strong hands and ravage her tiny virgin elfhood in front of all their noble guests so there could be no question of the consummation?

She could almost see the ranks of shocked high-born faces filling the pews dressed in their finest attire. All gaping in disbelief as the newly crowned King Seberin impaled her; his elven Queen upon his steely lance and plundered her fertile pussy in front of their combined courts and families. Thoroughly deflowering her before the whole world and impregnating her at the inception of their marital union.

Her fingers teased up her trim belly and brushed tantalizingly over her pebbling pink nips where they sat atop heavy handfuls of sensitive flesh.

“Mmmmmm~...”

Perhaps (if she asked him ever so nicely) he would let her ride that incredible Cock as he sat upon the throne taking audiences from diplomats and supplicants every other day.

Erulia didn’t want to appear too greedy for her future husband's affection or distract him from his royal obligations but she was quite small and he was impressively large. It would be no hindrance at all to his Kingly duties if he could talk over her stifled cries of passion and hot grinding body as he stuffed her hungry womb full to bulging with his potent baby-batter.

...And fucked her flat high elf tummy big and fat with his perfect offspring!

Her roaming hands teased at her stiff raspberry peaks as her toned ass lifted from the bed in short jerking thrusts, humping the air as the pointy-eared Princess was lost to her lurid fantasies.

They would have to be presented to the populace, the common folk of Bathard, probably from one of the imposing castle balconies. Hunky King Seberin looking so commanding in his parade uniform with two chests worth of glimmering medals and Erulia dressed in a wispy, insubstantial spider silk negligee. The courtyard and streets below would be crowded with peasants all looking up in awe at her. Cooing and singing his praises, with her thick milk-filled tits pancaked against the wide marble railing and her sloshing pregnant belly swaying as he hammered her bare ass from behind like a blacksmith’s anvil...

“My Lady, are you awake?”

Rudely dragged back to reality by Idril’s concerned voice, Erulia slumped back into the bed feeling distinctly dissatisfied. She had been enjoying her fanciful daydreams and felt like she was on verge of some profound personal revelation before the unwelcome interruption.

Slick juices coated her petite hairless snatch, smooth thighs and round butt cheeks as she relaxed back down into the messy sheets.

Goodness, she was wetter than a river nymph and feeling twice as randy, which was saying something.

“I’m up, Idril.” She groaned, masking her feverish face with a draped forearm. “Have the servants bring us more tea. I am parched as the Burning Wastes after last night.”

The Princess paused waiting for her handmaiden’s compliant response and eventually uncovered her face to check on the silent elf.

“Idril? Did you hear–Oh!”

Her friend was staring at her with wide hazel eyes and her hands covering her mouth in astonishment which Erulia returned as she took in the stunning wood elf’s bombastic new appearance.

Idril’s face was the same with its delicately pretty features–if one didn’t count her plush pouty lips–but her usually slim, toned body had radically grown in particular places overnight. Two tanned hillocks of spherical flesh sat high and firm upon her previously modest chest, capped in stiff brown nipples the size of copper pieces. Her waist and belly were still smooth and trim with only a hint of a pooch to the latter but her hips and buttocks flared out dramatically where they rested on kneeling thighs thick with new muscle.

The lacy maroon mini dress they had been using as a means of measurement hung about her hourglass waist like a ripped and tattered belt. It would probably have to be cut off her hyper-curvy figure as Erulia couldn’t fathom any way of squeezing the freshly inflated elvish bombshell out of it.

There was just so much of her now…

“P–Princess, look at you!”

“Look at me?” Erulia boggled at the brash outburst. “Take a glance at yourself, Idril. You've grown huge!”

The voluptuous wood elf dropped her gaze to her vastly enhanced breasts then gasped. Curious, the platinum-haired Princess did the same to herself with a mirrored reaction.

Tits. There were actually tits down there!

Her previously inconsequential chest had swollen dramatically as she slept. Now there were two full ivory teardrops of titty flesh hanging pendulous and heavy below her sculpted collarbones. Erulia was relieved to observe that they hadn’t blown up like the twin udders exploding from her companion’s torso, instead she had a happy, shapely pair of breasts–if exceptionally large for her lithe frame–that would fill a certain Man’s big hands in an aesthetically pleasing fashion.

”Oommph~...” Idril moaned, she had begun playing with her overgrown bosoms immediately. Squeezing them roughly and pulling hard at her hickory nips with a lewd sagging of her plump strawberry lips. “What do you think is happening to us?”

”Haaa– It’s the Sorceress Queen’s magic, remember?” Erulia was being more gentle with her own explorations but her tight pink tips were terribly sensitive and seemed hardwired to her slowly revving nethers. “We drank all those draughts of fecundity that she gave us and may have got carried away.”

“Wha–what does fecundity mean again, my Lady?”

“Fertile… the ability to produce an abundance of offspring.”

The bodacious wood elf just moaned again at the abbreviated explanation and released one massive knocker to start yanking at her chestnut hair again as she cruelly twisted a chocolate teat.

Long lustrous hair that seemed denser and shinier than ever before as she tugged at thick fistfuls as though she wanted to tear it out by the roots.

“Yes, oh gods yes!” Idril exalted, her broad hips churning as her colossal tits bounced and rippled. “I want to be that… fecund for Him. Fertile for Him. Let my womb be as rich loam in which his plentiful seed will germinate and grow a forest of children to continue his royal line!”

Erulia gaped as a line of something creamy and white flowed over her handmaidens pinching finger tips.

Was that… milk?

Her own hands were dry, no matter how fervently she plucked at her own raspberry peaks and suddenly she was very conscious of the all-to-visible contrasts in their motherly proportions.

Idril looked like a walking, talking, cock-ready baby factory on legs. All child-bearing hips, slappable rump, lactating melons and spreadable thighs.

While Erulia was… what? A pointy-eared twig with blonde hair, a pretty smile and a nice pair of tits.

“Get out.” She whispered, the crushing weight of inadequacy stooping her slender shoulders.

“P–Princess?” The buxom wood elf had frozen mid-squeeze at the icy tone in her commanding voice.

“Get out and LEAVE ME ALONE!”

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