More pregnancies than I can count. [Good End]

I recline atop a throne that was grown from what was the center of a plaza and was dedicated to some elven goddess that my king says is a big deal, but if that's true then how is it that her elven whores are now all moaning to be fucked by MY citizens and MY descendants. I can't help but look across my kingdom or as my subjects and descendants have started calling it The Great Pixie Kingdom of Milkytits or the Great Pixie Kingdom as some of the dumber Queens call it. My Kingdom no longer stretches just a single divot in the woods no now I occupy what once was the capital of the local elven population and even a few satyr villages, well the ones that hadn't fled into the Feywild or the wilds beyond the forest. My anger must have been shown as one of my descendants asks with a worried voice "Granny what's the matter?"

Lazily looking at the source I cast a glance over my royal descendants to rest on a particularly pale pixie with long curly red hair and oddly he's more muscular than most of the pixies that I can claim as being one of my descendants and disappointedly his breasts are rather tiny. But it seems he was blessed by multiple gods as his cock is must be just as long as some pixies are tall and is big enough he must walk bowlegged IF he can walk at all. I feel a rush of giddy excitement as my hand drifts across my bulging belly as I feel my stretch marks. I manage to find my pussy pass my bountiful breasts that have long since outgrown the boob hammock my glorious king had made for me. Unfortunately my broods have growing fewer and fewer and the last litter only contained 9 pixies and I've been fearful each one will be my last and I will be **** out into wilds beyond our forest like my first Queen-Daughter Cockbrains.

"Child. What's you name." I ask as I shake my head sending my long platinum blonde, though now streaked with a few white strands, swaying disturbing one of my subjects that was busy fucking a handful.

I can't help but let out a giggle as the well endowed redhead looks around as the handful of my royal family cast daggers at him. Unfortunately the small thing looks at me in fear as he realizes I meant him "I'm...I'm Diamond, Great Granny Milkytits."

"Oh. King Diamond, c-" I start only for him to meekly interrupt me.

"I'm...I'm only a Prince." He stammers as he blushes in shame as he starts to nibble on his hair.

"How could one of my descendants not be a king?" I ask in shock and probably sounding more like I'm angry at him.

"I...I'm rather...slow....and...um my barbaric cock is....to...big.so...." he says as he tries to hint at something and when he can see I'm not understanding him he blurts out shamefully "A virgin."

"WHAT!" I yell causing the sound of constant moans of Queens and Princesses being fucked by their Kings and Princess to stop. The poor thing though looks mortified as I catch a few snickers from my other descendants as they think I'm angry at him and not his father.

"I must fix that. KING Diamond come and fuck your queen for the day and when you are finished and grow bored of me inform your FATHER to come and see me." I command knowing that while so many pregnancies ago my words would only be taken as the stupid ramblings of a stupid queen. But my subjects and descendants started to take my words as having some authority some times after the number of kingdoms had expanded pass the number of of fingers I had and by now my word carries just as much as if they were spoken by my King.

"You....you mean." he stammers to dumbstruck to believe he is about to achieve something that is the bare minimum for a pixie let alone for one of my probably two hands worth of greats grandsons. I find what he means by slow as his elegant winds struggle to bring him close enough to disappear pass my breasts as I spread my legs. I feel his tiny hands caressing my legs as he works his way up them until his tiny soft hands touch me and start to explore my lower lips. While it's cute I feel angry at his father for not teaching him the proper way for a Pixie Prince to treat a Queen or Prince.

"Don't be gentle sweety." I try to guide him into being rougher and taking what is his.

"Like this." He says as he continues his groping slightly more rougher.

"No my King. You need to slap me and treat me like I'm merely a vassal for your royal seed." I guide him as he frustratingly gives me a light slap and calls me a whore. With a huff that sends my breasts jiggling I decide to change tactics.

"No wonder you are still ONLY a Prince. I bet you couldn't satisfy a fairy." I ridicule him as he gives a weak "please stop". I do hope I'm not going TO far and do feel bad for embarrassing him to his cousins.

"That monstrous cock probably doesn't work." I continue my ****.

"It does. I masturbate all the time." he fires back a trace of anger over his embarrassed voice. I thank my king and descendants for my bountiful bosom blocking my worried face from Diamond.

"OHHH. SO you are just impote-" I start to speak the worst words that can be spoken to a pixie sparking a hard slap on top of my empty womb that sends me moaning in orgasm as I squirt hard enough to knock the tiny creature to his ass.

"So....you....can...only....slap like some barbarian." I pant through my recent orgasm.

However I achieve what I wanted as with a growl my little King Diamond gets up and aligns himself with my entrance. But again he hesitates unsure of himself sparking me to continue my **** "Don't bother you'll probably just give one spurt and be done."

"Stupid hag." He growls as he thrusts himself forward into me as I let out a ragged moan as he seems to immediately find one of my weak spots.

"There sweety." I moan as he starts to pull out.

"Be quiet you stupid whore." He growls while he slaps me hard enough to cause me to tighten around his head before he hits the same spot. He seems to start to grow more confident with each thrust and each honest sounding moan I produce seems to encourage him. He seems to shift to try to lay atop my as he continues to fuck me as I try to accommodate him by thrusting my hips. Though I succeed I hope he reaches his goals as my back screams out in pain. A few of my descendants decide they can't wait any longer as the fastest lands on my chest to plunge into my always welcoming mouth as slower ones settle for humping my soft breasts and cleavage.

After a while I start to feel my own orgasm start to build as the one in my mouth finishes only to be replaced. Pass the cock in my mouth I moan as the well endowed pixie with a final thrust brings me to orgasm as he accomplishes his own. Exhausted and thoroughly spent he slumps atop my mound his small chest pushing against me as he pants for air. I let, well more have ****, the pixie finish in my mouth while I recover from my own orgasm. But I stop another pixie from using my mouth as he pouts.

"Don't worry you can use my womb." I promise. Wanting to make up for my **** I reach down and pull Diamond free of my gaping pussy with a audible pop. Unfortunately I no longer recover as well as I use to but the pixie replacing him doesn't care. As gently as I can I bring the now confused King Diamond to my breasts and sit him down close enough so that my tongue can start darting around his member to lick up any clump of thick seed left over. Once I'm finished I let him rest upon my bosom taking joy in watching him twitch and hump in his dreams.

I lay a hands worth of sunsets have passed as my temporary king lays atop exhausted from his morning fucking of my mouth. Though I don't know if it's magic or intuition I rub my bully knowing fully that I'm surely going to have King Diamond's first son and in between his fuckings and recover I've learned the horrifying information that his father has a HAREM of Queens and Princess and almost none of his sons have ever fucked them. I only hope that my King arrives soon that we may fix this situation as I make sure to try and remember to ensure Diamond gets the pick of what ever breeder he desires. But the tedious thoughts of ruling are broken by the sound of a metalic clip clop.

I try to sit up and manage to with some effort earning me a rebuke from Diamond in the form of him growling "What the abyss are you doing you worn out womb."

I wince at his words and he seems to realize he had gone a bit to far earning my a small peck on the cheek before he lazily flies off to join my other descendants.

Clopping through along the marble path I see my king's steed. A tall amazonian elf **** to walk bent over her head thrust upwards due to a bit and bridle in her mouth. Her long purple pony tail pulled up and under my king's seat. The only clothes she wears is a set of blinds which are enchanted to make her submissive and stupid, a corsette that allows her to stay bent over for hours on end without developing issues despite her large G cup breasts that sway back and forth with each clomp, and a pair of black leather thigh boots that end in a pair of golden hooves which ensures she can never fall over.

Normally an elven womb would never be wasted in such a manner, each of their children would be far more magical than any born from me. What earned this royal mount her fate is the large scar that stretches across my king's left eye and covers much of his left side. I frown as I remember him being brought back nearly dead. I feel a spark of excitement at the memory of her face when I had broken the barrier protecting the elven city after I had convinced the stupid whore I had RAN away from my king. For a moment I fear my king bears grim news, but as I see his uncharactisticaly beaming face I know he does not.

Sitting up if a struggle as I slide to the edge of my throne as I gasp out "Was it a success?"

"Of course you stupid goat. The humans have agreed to trade their women for our magic items, not many of them just enough to replace our numbers." he says as I let out a sight of relief. However my next worry must be written across my face as he asks "What's wrong my great queen?"

"I'm....I'm just glad that when I go out into the wilds I'll go knowing my king and kingdom will last longer than me." I say with a grim smile.

My king lets out a mirthful laughter at my words causing me to furrow my brow "My stupid Queen. You will not be going into the wilds when you are ready you shall join me in the feywild to stay by my side for all eternity as a true pixie queen."

"What...What do you mean...I'm...I'm only a satyr." I ask completely confused on how it's possible for a satyr to be anything to a pixie but a womb to fuck. He lightly flies of the back of his mount sending a shutter as the arousing effects of the saddle ends when she was so close to an orgasm.

"My dear queen. You've birthed so many of our kind and have absorbed SOOOO much of our magic. You may have the body of a satyr but your soul is that of a pixie." he says planting a kiss on my forehead "When you are ready you can join our kingdom in the feywild, that has grown thanks to you, you need only say the word."

The only thing I can think of to show my joy is to desperately kiss his cock until he chooses to use my mouth.