Indignation

So that's it?! It all comes down to sex?!

It's well known that Dark Elves are far more sexually active than any other type of Elves, but it's also known their ability to carry any pure breeds growing in their bellies to term is utterly abysmal. Some of the other "higher" races even go so far as to claim Dark Elf females must only want to get pregnant because they get off on feeling the babies die within them. It's a rubbish idea.

But it seems their alliance with us has proven fruitful in an unexpected way, as they like sex, we like sex, and sex makes babies. More specifically, half-breed babies that are far more viable and thus allow the numbers of both our species to swell.

I see what's going on now. I must be a bargaining chip in some political deal where I provide Queen Asle with a pregnant belly and her kingdom provides ours with whatever favor she has promised our nation's king in return. So that was why the Duke must have indirectly objected, he wanted the bloodline of his "pure" children to reap the benefit of Elven descendants, but he was overruled... which means mother must have been a part of this plan to be the one to give final approval.

Baby making is all that's to be expected of me in a Dark Elf's matriarchal society, which is why I am to be a Queen's "Brood Father" instead of her "King", but it's not as if I object to the idea of fucking a woman as beautiful as Asle over and over again. HOWEVER, if that is to be my fate, then I shall face it on MY terms!

Asle starts to lean towards me, clearly beginning an attempt for a kiss, but I am not in the mood for that kind of pseudo-romantic gesture just yet. Instead, I place my hands on her chest, both to stop her mid-advance and to take hold of those maddeningly large tits of hers. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before she gives me a look that is somehow both intense and guarded. I squeeze my fingers, marveling how warm and firm those gigantic knockers feel through her dress, and grind my palms over the area her nipples must lay beneath the cloth. She shivers ever so slightly, taking in a hiss of air between her teeth before she grunts, "How... brutish."

I give her a smirk as I continue to play with her breasts even as I become the one pushing forward, Asle gasping at each of my rubs and squeezes as I **** her onto her back on the couch. "I take it you have arranged things so that we will not be unexpectedly disturbed?" I ask, moving my hands behind her as I search for the zipper of her dress.

She lifts her neck up ever so slightly, giving me even easier access as she matches my smirk with her own. "My guards and your people have VERY explicit instructions to not intrude upon this room no matter what they may hear coming from it... unless I say a certain word."

I finally find the zipper at the base of her neck and begin to pull it down, the sharp sound of the metal parting the only sound for several seconds. I won't even bother asking what word she means. Let her have that one and only little sliver of seeming control. Meanwhile, now that her attire has been loosened, I start to peel down her bodice and expose more of that dusky skinned body. To my surprise, I find beneath her dress is a black bustier that cups her massive tits instead of covering them, the globes of flesh wobbling as they are freed from their only confinement.

I take those massive brown breasts in my hands once again, their size and fullness such that my fingers can barely reach around them. I shift my grip, using my thumbs and forefingers to take hold of her absurdly large, jet black nipples, pinching and tweaking them firmly. The Queen groans in response, resting her hands on my wrists but making no effort to try and pull my arms away as I continue my tugging **** on her now hard peaks. Her face is becoming quite flush and the lustful hunger glittering in her eyes grows stronger, making it harder for her to maintain her attempt at a judging, stoic expression.

Speaking of hunger, I am currently hungry to taste more Dark Elf flesh (metaphorically speaking) and dart my head down after moving my hand aside so that I might start to lick at the black tip of her tit. She sucks in a breath at that, her hands flexing around my wrists and pressing upwards as if she wants me to maul her breasts harder. I am more than happy to oblige as I shift my grip to clench and push up those delicious orbs and take the nipple I am licking into my mouth to suckle on with a loud slurp.

Asle is unable to suppress the moan she lets out at that, nor the one she releases when I begin to nibble and tug with my teeth. After a few seconds, I switch my oral **** to her other breast, making her groan even harder. I had heard that an Elf (Dark or otherwise) has far more sensitive nipples than a human and it seems that I heard right as my sucking seems to be sapping more and more of her strength. Then I REALLY show her just how greedy I am as I shove the sides of her tits, forcing them to squash together and letting me take BOTH of her nipples into my maw at the same time.

She opens her eyes wide and clenches her teeth in response, a slight line of drool running down the side of her mouth as her head bends back and she arches her spine towards me. I gladly accept her offering, as I bite just hard enough to get a good grip and pull back, my hands mashing her breasts together even harder so they look slightly distended for a few seconds before I let go with both mouth and hands. Her boobs quickly wobble back to their normal shape, quivering along with the rest of her as I move my hands down to start undoing the clasp on her skirt.

Asle manages to recover enough to look up at me, now looking a bit genuinely moved. "Q-Quite... brutish... indeed."

"Disappointed?" I ask, pulling the now undone skirt open to reveal, as I expected, her bustier is lacking a crotch area as well, so the dripping wet slit between her submissively parted legs is lewdly displayed before my eyes.

She gives me a shaking smirk. "Only... if you... stop... now."

Then I shall not start disappointing now... and even though she has given me easy access, I don't think this is enough. I want every inch of her to be bare beneath me and so I undo the bustier's laces and pull it off of her. Now I can examine her entire figure, I am moved by how matronly her figure truly is. She is far from heavyset but she is full enough that those massive tits of hers do not look out of place, with only the very slightest hint of paunch on her gut. Her hips are wonderfully wide and round, the kind that I can imagine has birthed many a child and which I intend to make birth many more, leading down to her shapely legs. Between those legs, I see she must have gotten waxed before coming here, as she is as smooth as can be, her darker brown pussy lips glistening and seeming to quiver in anticipation of my next move.

And would you look at that. I'm still hungry.

Not breaking my eyes with hers, where I can see her trying to regain her cool despite her anticipation of my next move, I slide my hands down her body and grasp her around the waist. I give her just a moment to realize what I am about to do before I lift her lower body upwards, forcing her to rest her legs on my shoulders as I bend her body so that her thick, womanly folds are even with my nose and mouth. I sniff shamelessly at her core, a fruit-like scent unlike her flowery perfume wafting off from her, and rub the tip of my nose against the hood of her womanly jewel.

Since she smells good enough to eat, I do so, beginning to lap at her core with my tongue. She tastes like the sweetest cherries, much unlike the harsher tang of the human "maids" mother would send to my room if she felt I was growing too lonely that night. But if her taste is pleasurable to me, then my touch is doubly so for her as my first few licks instantly return her to the state she was in when I played with her breasts. Her hips wriggle and flex, silently begging for my tongue to penetrate but I continue only sampling her flavor until she bring a finger to her mouth, biting down on it as she moans around it.

I take a moment to tease her clit out, making her her legs straighten and toes curl before diving my tongue inside her pussy. Her hand falls away from her mouth, her arms going slack as she not only open moans but begins to scream in pleasure. I can only go so deep orally, but I flex and wriggle my tongue as much as I can, teasing and rubbing against every inch of her womanly core than I can. Somehow she tastes even sweeter on the inside and a fresh flow of her juices spurs me on even more, my head starting to feel slightly dizzy from the flavors and odors.

Fortunately, I manage to catch myself before I lose all control and pull my mouth back, admiring the line of drool that remains connecting her cunt with my tongue before it finally breaks. Asle lets out a very un-Queenly whimper and lifts her head to look up at me as I run my hands over her round and soft ass cheeks before lowing her body fully back down to the couch. Standing up, I undo my pants and quickly push them and my underwear down so my cock can finally be free of the cloth prison it has been restrained in all this time. Asle's eyes widen again as she sees my dick is actually more than a bit on the large side for a human.

I suspect it is the only other physical legacy my true father left me with, given the... specifically insecure nature of how the Duke and his blood relatives can act at times.

Now ready to move on to the main course, I get back on the couch, Asle spreading her legs for me in submission as I tease her entrance with the head of my cock. It is clear she cannot trust herself to speak, but her eyes still have at least a spark of control left in them. For even as she pants and moans, I can see the challenge in her red-eyed gaze. If you think you can break me... then DO IT.

If that is what you wish, Your Majesty.

I line up my rock hard rod with her dripping wet core and push inwards, both of us shuddering from the sensations. Her from the feel of her inner walls being spread by my long, fat, hot length, and I from her equally hot, wet, and virgin-tight inner walls clenching down upon my length. I look down at where we are joined together, enjoying the sight of the pale skin of my waist drawing closer to the dark skin of hers until, impressively, she takes all of my manhood and our bodies softly slap together.

The totality of a Dark Elf's insides feel like a sexual heaven, and I take a few seconds to enjoy the sensation, which also allows her to both enjoy and acclimate to my girth inside of her. Once those seconds pass, I lean over Asle and begin to thrust, starting slowly but firmly. Each wet smack brings a new lewd moan from the now absolutely slutty Queen beneath me, making those titanic breasts of hers wobble as she is rocked back and forth.

I squeeze those wide, motherly hips of hers in time with my movements, grunting and growling deep in my throat as I can see her lose herself more and more to the pleasure I give her. She starts to lift her head, moving towards mine, looking to see if I will kiss her this time.

But no. It is still not time for that.

Instead, I pull out just long enough to push her hips up and shift her upper body down. This leaves her in a partially folded in half position, and it is in that pose that I penetrate her once more. Asle outright HOWLS in response as I begin slamming up and down, my cock going so deep it feels like I am bumping up against her cervix. And if I am, that only seems to drown the Dark Elf Queen even deeper into the abyss of her lust.

I can feel my end approaching, my cock starting to tingle and throb as I feel the pressure within it building. However, as I said before, I DO know a little magic... and I know a pair of spells that should make this moment REALLY special for my first act as a Brood Father.

Chanting under my breath, struggling to hold on, I concentrate on the lower half of my body and send a little magic to my cock and balls. It is actually two spells: The first is a fertility spell that will increase the size, thickness, and potency of my cum. The second is a magnification spell to double the effect of the previous spell.

I wonder if Asle can feel the way my balls swell as they slap against her ass on each of my inward motions. She is not given much time to ponder, however, as that swelling only intensifies my need for release and my movements become frantic before I let out a deep groan, hilt myself in her, and let my cock spew its impossibly large load into her. I am probably imagining it, but I can almost HEAR each jet of seed leaving my body and entering hers with each pulse of my dick.

Elves are apparently supposed to be able to feel a man's cum as it enters them, splashes against their insides, and travels on into their bodies. Given the Queen's reaction that may be true. Her eyes widen impossibly wide, her mouth hanging open as her tongue lolls out and her scream cuts off as her breath catches in her throat. I can feel her inner walls clenching tightly and milking my cock for every drop of my enhanced load that it can as she too orgasms. And quite powerfully at that.

Asle's eyes are almost rolled back in her head as she spasms from the overwhelming sensation of spurt after spurt of my semen filling her up more and more and more. Eventually, even a magically enhanced orgasm must end and I let out one last blast, looking down to see that I have shot so much spunk into her that it is overflowing around my dick.

I pull out, letting Asle's body go back to laying flat on the couch once more as she stares at nothing in particular. Thanks to my magic, while there is a trickle of my white seed flowing out to drip down her dark, inner thighs, most of it still remains inside of her. Both her hands go to her belly and she shivers, her state giving me the impression she is experiencing some kind of physical high beyond the powerful orgasm she just experienced.

It is with her in this state that I finally lay down on top of her and coax her still extended tongue to wrestle with mine in our first kiss.

She moans into my mouth as I invade and taste every inch of hers. The Dark Elf wraps her arms around my shoulders as some of her senses return to her and when we separate for air, her expression is that of one who has been immensely satisfied.

After licking her now dry lips, she pants, "Y-Your mother... was right... one chance... to be.. your own man... was all you... needed."

My confusion shows clear on my face as Asle giggles. "My... people... once... helped your ancestors... to live as they wished. Why would I... choose to not... do the same?"

I frown thoughtfully. "Even as just a Brood Father?"

"Silly," she chuckles, a bit more of her strength returning with each breath, "A strong Brood Father is more than able to influence their Queen."

It is at that moment that I swear I see faintly glowing hearts in her eyes for the briefest of moments.

"Especially when they can... temporarily... bend their Queen's will to their cock and cum."

Temporarily. Heh. Somehow, I have the feeling that if I keep this up... one day it's going to be for a lot longer than that.