Elf princess (high-fantasy route)

"Your Royal Highness, the envoy of the Great Forest is waiting", the herald announced, somehow managing to make his voice carry over all noise in the dining hall. My father rose up, forcing everyone else to abandon their breakfast - finished or not - and follow their King as he made his way to the Throne Room. The connecting hallway was short but Prince Robert still managed his best to piss me off, elbowing me in the ribs to ensure that he was the one right behind your father and the Queen-Consorts. There was enough **** there to make me grunt and both Rose and Lily threw me a worried glance. As much as I wanted to pay him back immediately, I knew better by now and just shook my head. It would not do to start anything now. His two consorts glibly glided past us, their little puffy skirts swishing around their shapely thighs. Funny how my mind could concentrate on such things!

While I regained my breath, the lesser members of the Royal Family walked past us. It was a minor insult to my station and probably a calculated one. They assumed that Robert would the next King and I would either die or be sent away somewhere - outcome in both cases being the same, befriending me being pointless in the power struggle that was the Royal Court. Well, they weren't wrong. It stung but I had to be realistic about my situation. The moment our father passed, Robert would imprison or behead me and take my sisters as his playthings. Still, Father was hale and healthy and, Gods be praised, would remain so for a long time.

Once the dining hall was empty, I started walking again. It would not to do to arrive in the Throne Room in the middle of the minor courtiers. If I could not be right behind the King, then I would be fashionably late and make everyone wait for me. And that is exactly what I did. Father was sitting on the Dragon Throne, a massive construct made from dragon bones. The throne had two extra seats built into the armrests on both sides, allowing the Queen-Consorts sit with the King at a comfortable groping distance. I was proud of the fact that our mother was still there - twenty years was an unheard time for any Queen-Consort to keep their position. Sure, it was clear she was no spring flower, especially compared to the other woman who had gained her position merely few months ago, but her skin was smooth and flawless, her hour-glass figure voluptuous to the maximum, and her dark sultry eyes promised the sort of pleasures that men made pacts with Infernals for. Father would be insane to throw her away. She locked eyes with me as I arrived and there was amusement in there.

"My boy! What took you so long?" Father asked with his booming voice and I could not help but flinch a little. Wrong answer here and I could be facing some serious punishment, having pissed off the absolute ruler of the land. But mother had long ago taught me what tune to take with the old man. So, I merely grinned at him with the best lecherous grin I could muster and threw my arms across the shoulders of my sisters, my hands diving into their cleavages. Both girls gasped as I played with their hefty naturals in front of the whole court - but they knew the game we had to play and immediately turned the gasps into erotic moans.
"My apologies Father but can you blame me? I was distracted... a little bit", I explained and tried my best to make two pairs of tits jiggle as much as possible.

Except for the horny noises that Rose and Lily made, the court was completely silent. This was brazen behaviour, even among our standards, and everyone held their breath, waiting to see how the King would react. But I wasn't afraid, I knew my father. And sure enough, he burst into a boisterous laugh that shook his beard:
"That's my boy! Now that's how a young man behaves! Ah, my son is inspiring me!"
He followed my example and made the gigantic tits of his Queen-Consorts jiggle as well, both of whom made appreciative noises to be manhandled so. I guided Rose and Lily to stand with me on the left side of the Throne, noting with satisfaction how furious Robert looked as he stared daggers at me. I couldn't help myself - I made sure he was watching and then kissed both Lily and Rose, with tongue, before winking at him. If looks could kill, Robert would have become kin slayer at the spot.

"The herald of the Great Forest, Princess Laurelinnea!" The herald had not forgotten his job and announced our visitor. Everyone stood up straight, after all, no elves had visited the Kingdom in a generation and everyone was curious to see if the stories were true. What came through the doors was not a single entity, it was in fact a trio of elves. And very obviously female elves in that. The leader walked in the middle, just a step ahead of her compatriots. Her skin was alabaster white, so perfectly pale that it looked unnatural. Her voluminous black hair was put up in a single high ponytail, yet it still trailed down past her tiny waist. The one on the left was deeply tanned, perfectly even brown like leather and, amazingly, had vibrant green hair, put up in two puffy cones on the sides of her head, with a braid hanging down from both of them. The one on the right had skin the colour of deep purple, and her snow-white hair was setup in complex braids that not only circled her head but also ran down her back. All three wore high-heeled thigh boots made of some exotic, shiny material, matching their hair and their stiletto heels made even louder click-clack noises on the stone floor than the sexy shoes that my sisters wore. Even more eye-catchingly, their outfits proved the old folk tale that elves had no nudity taboo. Not that the women of the kingdom covered their assets too much but these elves took 'showing off' to another level. Their perfectly sculpted bodies were on almost full display. The snowy-skinned one wore a black one-piece made from the same, shiny material as her boots. It clung to her like second skin and showed off her impressive bosom as well as her taut bottom. Her arms and hands were covered in armlets, bracelets, and rings in a dizzying display of materials and colours. The brown elf wore silky veils, attached to her at strategic locations with jewellery, but the veils themselves were in all the colours of the rainbow and were completely see-through. They emphasized her assets instead of hiding them. And the black one wore a bodysuit that looked like a fisherman's net, except it embraced her skin like a gentle lover. A red diamond sparkled on her navel and a blue one was the centrepiece of the tiara she wore, and just like the others, she carried a multitude of jewellery on her body. In short, they looked as exotic and alluring as could be.

And I wasn't the only one dazzled by their entrance. The entire court was flabbergasted as all human eyeballs carefully tracked their movement. The elf trio stopped exactly at the midpoint of the Throne Room, which I realized was an impressive feat of just eyeballing the dimensions of the place but that was yet another small piece of weird elf lore that I would have to ponder upon later. The companions - or where they escorts, or advisors, or consorts - of the elven Princess, turned to face their side of the room, their single-colour eyes scanning the crowd. The princess herself addressed my father, without the customary bowing:
"King Steffon, the Fáe acknowledge your rule and your kingdom. It has become the time to form a partnership. There are dark threats looming, threats that our weavers and spinners have detected as needing unity between us, you and even the Dvergar."

The room was as silent as could be. The elf princess's voice was heavenly and hearing it made me want to do my utmost to hear more. Only when she stopped speaking - as if a spell was broken - was I able to look around and take stock of the situation. The fact that nobody spoke for a good while made it clear that I was not the only one thus affected. But eventually father opened his mouth:
"What are these threats you invoke? If you speak of the beastmen, then have no fear, they have been eradicated from my kingdom years ago and there-"
The entire court gasped as the Elf Princess did the unthinkable and interrupted the King, mid-sentence:
"I speak of something far more dangerous than a herd of vicious rabble. There are evil powers on the rise, that will attack us from every direction, inside and out, and if we are not united in purpose, then the darkness will consume us piecemeal. But there is still plenty of time in your hourglass, for our seers' predictions take a long time to come to fruition. Thus, I would urge you to build up your strength and your defences, but first and foremost, I have come to ask that you send one of your sons to live with us, to study with us, so that when the true threat manifests, there is someone in your Court who we truly can trust and who really understands us."

She looked around the room before her eyes settled on mine, if only for a fleeting moment before she locked her gaze on the King again:
"Unfortunately, I cannot stay as I must make my way to the Dvergar in short order but an envoy shall arrive in one turn of the moon to hear your answer. For all of our sakes, I hope it is an enthusiastic agreement. Until we meet again!"

The princess nodded at the other two elves and the black one nodded back, waved her hands in the air and a black-and-silver ellipsoid portal manifested between the trio. A gasp went through the Throne Room as the elves stepped through it and as soon as the last boot vanished, the portal collapsed into nothingness.

"Well, that was something", I said to Rose and Lily as the Throne Room erupted into chaos of confusion.