Elven queen Selvaria

The kingdom of Verolius was a vast and expansive domain rife with magic and fantasy. Within the towns and cities were inhabitants of various races, from humans to orcs, all were welcome.

The capital of Verolius was intricate and grand. Seated in the middle was a giant castle, built from silver and gold. It was grand, with multiple winding stairways and bridges leading to countless rooms within the castle.

From the castle, the king and queen ruled all of Verolius. They were just, wise, and kind. Especially popular in the public's eyes was the queen, Selvaria. She was an elf, gentle and beautiful. Her ears were pointy, yet were often hidden by her long blonde hair. Her body was the envy of all, fair-skinned and blue-eyed, she had curves in all the right areas.

Therefore, Selvaria had to attend many public appearances and social events daily, with it taking a toll on her. On days when she felt like relaxing, she cancelled all appointments for the day and went to the nearby forest for a nice stroll.

It was this nice sunny day when Selvaria was taking her walk in the forest. She was dressed freely, with only a thin translucent white nightgown that revealed her pretty body. She had let her breasts and pussy free, walking around and admiring the scenery.

Just then, she heard a rustling from nearby bushes, startling her and making her cover her privates using her hands.

"Who's there?" She gasped. She wasn't alone.