Let her in.

There was no point postponing the visit or going back on your word. You saw the sun was low and decided that you’d have to be getting up soon anyways to make sure that Gregan had appropriately set up the dinner you had planned for tonight. Well-fed minds would be a bonus when discussing the next stages of the war.

“…Let her in…” You sounded groggy, as you continued to fight the weight pulling on your body. You rolled to the edge of the bed at sat at its edge.

Fighting the last vestiges of sleep you heard the guards use a copy of the key to unlock the doors and their stood Vessa. Her head was down at first, perhaps out of respect for entering the Kingly quarters. When the door closed behind her, she raised her head with her eyes going wide. You were still naked and the clothes you stripped off were scattered across the floor. Sitting with your legs wide rubbing the sleep from your eyes you felt another familiar sensation between your legs. It wasn’t exactly ‘morning wood,’ since it was approaching the evening, but the appendage that should have been hanging low was instead a pole-arm. Looking up you finally remembered that you were not dressed to treat a guest in your room, let alone grant permission to let the ancient elf walk in. Seeing her wide eyes made you think that your state may have made her angry. Certainly a she-elf her age wouldn’t be impressed by your solid member, and her eyes seemed to linger at your core. Only for a moment though, before dropping to the floor seeing your garments strewn about.

“I see my king still behaves like a boy when he’s alone.” Vessa’s tone was calm—not angry, and she squatted down to start picking up some of the clothes. If it was any effort to do so in the brilliant blue gown she wore, it wasn’t apparent. Her hair was done nicely, probably by some maidservants after a bath, “A man—A king especially—must learn to sacrifice sleep if he’s to rule his domain appropriately.”

“Easy for an Elf to say,” You retorted, “Most species in Motania need at least several hours in our dreamscape to live.”

“Talking back still, too?” Vessa picked up the last of the garments, your underclothes, then stood up, “The lives of men are so fleeting that I suppose it’s too much to presume they grow up at all. Still…” She paused to examine the room from left to right, like reading a book, “At least the Phebisians did well in accommodating you. The former King’s efforts, I’m sure. It was obvious you’ve been working to make the current king an enemy.”

She walked over to the dresser to place the dirty clothes on, “Yet they still couldn’t provide you with a personal bath. Look at this trough! Are you a dog?!”

“It does it’s trick, but it’s probably cold now.” You got up to walk over to it. Your cock still erect, “They readied it before I arrived, but as you can see, I didn’t make time to use it.” Perhaps a cold bath would calm your libido.

“A meager issue,” Vessa dipped her finger in the water and a red circle surrounded it after a few words. It was not in a language you recognized or understood. For just an instant the water appeared to be at a rolling boil, then it settled, with vapor from the hot water rising. “There. Get in, before you’re late for your own dinner party.”

“What would I do without you, Vessa?” You say while dipping yourself into the hot water. It was nearly exact to the temperature of the water you were used to from your own palace.

“You’d probably do what your doing now. Even without my teachings Lord Gilbert would have taught you well. Of course, you are his third generation in that court, and my seventh.” Laying you head back on the edge of the bath, you closed your eyes as she continued to speak, “And for seven generations I have worked at making your line the finest breed that a human line could offer. Yet, you seem to have your mind set on this ‘princess’ Clara.”

While you lay back in the serene warmth of the bath, a thought and a sentence escapes your lips, “Clara and Victoria do seem to be causing me a lot of problems.”

You could not tell how Vessa reacted to that behind your closed eyelids, and the shuffling of fabric was all you heard while thinking to yourself, “Girls do tend to be troublesome. Perhaps some one older may have suited your tastes better.”

Thinking back to the way Countess Marissa took charge of you while she extracted your seed with her tight cunt was making your erect member twitch. Perhaps the old elf was right. At the very least Marissa seemed much more appreciative of you and not the drama surrounding your person. Was it too late to ditch both Victoria and Clara.

Just then you felt a disturbance in the water of your bath and a nude Vessa that was making her way in the trough that would only normally support one. “L-Lady Vessa! What's the meaning of this?!”

“Shhh, boy.” Her voice was low and comforting, “I know a rigid monster of meat like yours has already made you man. The meaning should be clear. You know, in Elileithel, it is common for both sexes to share baths.”

The she-elf straddled around your body like she was mounting a horse. Her skin was without blemish or scar, and her perky breasts rested against yours with the heat of her sex radiating beyond the warmth of the water against your twitching cock. “Tell me…young man. Wasn’t it your intention to seduce me with that youthful body of your? Sporting a hard-on that would make all male elves cover their own in shame.”

Before you even had the opportunity to confirm or deny your reasoning for accepting her into your room in the nude, she placed a passionate kiss on your lips. The duration of said kiss robbing you of breath as she placed her hands into you long hair and pulling it in some instances to reverberate her aggressive position on you. There was the familiar feeling of a slit grinding up against your erection and the swaying of the water was forcing it to spill onto the hardwood floor. You were left little choice but to kiss back, and when your own attempts at continuing the encounter began to match her own, she stopped. “Don’t be getting to eager now. A King shouldn’t have to put any effort in continuing his line. A shame I can’t be the one to help with that, but it means you can release as much, and as often as you like.”

Using her small hand to position your dick, she lowered herself onto it. She shut her lavender eyes to wince from the sudden invasion of your phallus, but like a hardened vet, she withstood the pain. The tight walls of her pulsating insides **** you to grasp the edges of the tub in retaliation to the inevitable. Only in your wildest fantasies would someone like Vessa be making advances towards you like this. The feeling was almost too overwhelming, and you were panting for life as your cock wanted to cream a pussy that can take your seed, but never bear any fruit.

“I’m impressed,” she expressed coyly, “Most men would have faltered already, not being used to an elf. But I’ve bred your line to be the best. When we’re done no woman will be able to satisfy you again.”

You weren’t ready, but she was was. Her body sliding up and down to pump all fluids out of your retracting balls. It was as if her very womb was trying to suck you in. Each drop of her lithe body made you feel the deepest parts of her. The tip of your cock ravaging the lips of her uterus like a battering ram trying to pierce a castle’s gates. You grab her this waist and match your thrusts with hers, but only for a moment before she slaps your hands away.

“Relax, Bryce,” her commanding tone between her moans of passion left you conflicted, “A king of man need not surrender to his lust, only breed. Now be a good boy for me, and show me how much you love my pussy by cumming inside. Cum a lot.”

You didn’t want this to end so quickly though, but your dick was saying otherwise. You resorted to grasping the edge of the tub as tightly as you could, but your grunting only grew in volume as you continued your resistance. Lady Vessa push your lips back into hers to stop the guttural noises.

“That’s so unbecoming of you,” Vessa spoke between kisses, “Don’t fight it, my young stallion. Paint my inside with that virile seed of yours. Seed I’ve perfected for seven generations. Be the first man to **** your child in an elf. Let me be your domineering she-elf bitch.”

With a pussy like hers, you had no problem forgetting your obligations to Clara, and not Akina, Victoria, nor Marissa would ever make you turn back to them for sexual release. Was this real? Whatever it was, there was no point in resisting any longer. The thought of a mix breed bastard inside of Vessa’s baby bump was too alluring, however unlikely it was. With Vessa pulling your hair again, the pleasure mixed with pain **** you over, and your balls emptied your load inside of her. As if prepared, the elf’s tight pussy answered in kind, and **** every last drop into the she-elf’s womb, that would hopefully be bearing your child soon.

“Are you listening to me at all!?” Vessa shouted.

You eyes shot open to see your Court Mage standing beside you bath with towels in hand. Seems it wasn’t real. Just another of your fantasies that you always had during her teaching and lecturing. “Yes, I heard every word.”

“Then I suggest you take my teachings to heart. Now leave that bath, I’m sure you’ll be sparkling clean after laying in there that long.”

“Just a little more, Lady Vessa.” You say, returning to your relaxed position, “Why not take a breather and join me.”

“…I’ve already bathed, and the warm vapors will relax my hair after the maids spent so long working on it.” Vessa used a finger to play with her hair in an uncharacteristically girlish fashion for emphasis.

You took the time to assess the waves in her usually straight hair. The rejection didn’t strike you hard though. You took it to mean she would’ve joined you if her hair wasn’t as it was.