Dromfet, the scheming prince

Prince Dromfet paced in his pointed slippers, wrapped in his rich brocade cloak, fuming again. Despite having his fingers in his ears, Queen Bromgotta's wails of ecstasy rattled his teeth. Not that he had anything against that sort of thing, but his sister seemed truly single-minded in her pursuit of pleasure. Alas, despite her own wavering attention to affairs of state, she had a cadre of capable, loyal advisers who kept things going well enough within the kingdom of the Dwarves.

Dromfet had just returned from a journey out and around Filindale, and he could feel in his bones that something important was about to happen. The elves were planning something, he was sure of it. A surprise war, perhaps. And while the short-sighted Nymphs and Trolls might well end up slaves to the depraved Elves, never the Dwarves. Perhaps there was even some way to turn an advantage from this. But Bromgotta? She could never act until it was too late. Unless...

He pulled his fingers from his ears. Under Bromgotta's joyous exclamations, he could hear the humming of one of Mechina's baroque little toys. Perhaps he could plant an idea in Mechina's head that would keep Bromgotta good and occupied. A challenging project. Something like he saw in one of the Elf palaces he had visited. He hummed to himself. A perfect gift for the queen's next birthday. He tidied himself up and called his attendant to accompany him to Mechina's workshop.

Power. He heard its whisper in his ear. With Bromgotta fully distracted, it would just be a matter of time. His cock stirred inside his spider-silk codpiece.

Down in Mechina's workshop, he outlined his plan. He wanted to surprise his dear sister the Queen with a special present for her birthday. Almost a private pleasure retreat. There was a steaming hot spring up in the rocky hills not too far (yet not too near, he thought) from the Dwarven capital. The power of the water could be captured, moderated to delicious warmth, and sprayed in pulsing, stimulating, and soothing ways. No, no, no fear of water nymphs' mischief, they didn't like the water so warm. He described the spinning, pulsing nozzles he had seen in the Elvish palace. He could see Mechina immediately start scheming how to make it all work.

He left, humming to himself. Actually, there was a fern-hidden side grotto with a cold spring that made the hot pool bearable. And he was almost sure there was a nymph there. Should make it extra fun for Bromgotta. And if worse comes to worst, those nasty Elves could somehow discover the secret pleasure pool.

His cock twitched again. Hmmm, might have to do something about that.