CuckQueen of the Realms

Writer's Note: This story is set in a D&D-like fantasy world, where only female and intersex (pussy + cock) people exist. If this is not something you like, then sorry!

"Lilliana Beaumont, warrior queen of the Human Queendom of Aimur, the Lady of Fireplay, the ruler of the western women" The elf says. She's tall, taller than my 1.8 meters of height. She's wearing ceremonial vestments while holding a burning wreath of flowers and herbs. "Do you accept this lady as your wife?"

I look at the other elf, the one standing right across from me. She's gorgeous, with golden hair that reached her calves, with eyes the color of the most precious of emeralds, with long, pointy ears like any elf, but with an unmeasurable grace on her face. She's wearing the finest wedding dress of the whitest, purest, almost impossible white, with elvish decoration in golden fabric. And added to that, those impressive, huge, perfect breasts, completely covered by her wedding dress, but impossible to ignore. She's looking at me with so much hope and excitement in her eyes.

"I do." I reply as I gently grab the flaming wreath with my left hand. The flames feel warm, welcoming, and don't hurt at all.

"Wynlyvell Gemwish, princess of the Elves of Gleamwood, the youngest daughter, the most beautiful gem of her kin." The elf priestess continues. "Do you accept this lady as your wife?"

She looks at me as well. She has to lower her gaze a little, as she's some centimeters taller than me. She looks at my dark red hair, at my light brown skin, and my black wedding dress, the most beautiful human hands can craft, although not nearly as good as hers. She'd look at my tone arms, and my breast half the size of hers, at the golden crown with jewels on my head, and finally my dark green eyes. She smiles so sweetly.

"I do!" She says as she also grabs the flaming wreath.

"The leyline has heard, and it has spoken" The priest lets go of the wreath which now consumes in its entirety, the only remnants of it were two gold rings, one on Wynlyvell's hand, and the other on mine. "Now, Queen and Queen-wife, you may kiss and seal this marriage."

And we do. I grab her into a gentle hug and we put our lips together. She feels so delicate, so soft, so sweet, although I can feel raw eagerness in her tongue's movements. People cheer, and we break the kiss to raise our hands.

"Now comes a better peace between women and elves!" I announce, and both crowds in the castle cheer.

Sitting at a long table were both human and elven courts, and Wynlyvell and I sit in the middle. Wynlyvell is wearing a crwon as well, not as flashy as mine, and hers is made of white gold. On one side, I can see her mothers. Elves are generally beautiful, and her mothers are not an exception. But Wynlyvell's beauty vastly exceeds that of her kin. The mothers are whispering something and smirking. I don't like that, but I have to let it slide. Peace among peoples is what I seek. I look at the opposite side, where the Royal Witch sits. She's very pale, with very dark, long hair which falls behind her in the straightest curtain possible, giving the illusion of it being one solid object. Her black robes are very... witchy, and she's the only one allowed not to wear a formal attire to the wedding, even when her dress has a great, distracting cleavage. She's also looking at the bride's mothers, but she's smiling, as if she understood what is happening.

We enjoy a wonderful meal, and wonderful music. And then one of the jesters comes to perform, but after several jokes, she says something that makes everyone go silent.

"And look at the new Queen-wife! Wow! How could the elves let such a hottie go with our Queen? Has she been passed around the other realms as well?"

The elven Queen look furious, and my Royal Witch giggles. But I laugh. I laugh out loud, so everyone else does as well, and the elves seem to calm down as well.

"Relax!" I tell them. "She's just a jester!"

I try to sound dismissive, but I silently press my legs together. Under my wedding dress, I feel my cock hardening. I have to say, the image of other ladies fucking my gorgeous wife was... dangerously arousing.