No, but the troublemaker found him

The Sun Queen was proving difficult to find. Hours had passed since the drone's destruction, and Moxie's patience was wearing thin.

He sat on a park bench, legs spread, hands behind his head, staring at nothing. Below him, Lysara and Vel'kora knelt between his thighs, their mouths working his cock in tandem. Lysara focused on the shaft while Vel'kora took the head, their tongues occasionally meeting in the middle. The pleasure was pleasant but distant, his mind focused on the problem.

"Nexus," he said aloud. "Broadcast this message throughout the pocket dimension. Audio only."

"Ready to transmit."

"Aelindra, Queen of the Sun Elves. I challenge you to hand-to-hand combat. Just you and me, no weapons, no magic. Win, and you walk away as a queen. Lose, and you crawl away as my ****. You have one hour to accept, or I'll assume you're a coward hiding in the shadows."

"Message broadcasted on all frequencies."

"That was an excellent stratagem, my lord," Vel'kora said between slurps, pulling off his cock to speak. "Surely she cannot resist such a—"

Moxie grabbed her head and pushed her back down onto his cock, making her gag slightly. "Hasn't your mother taught you not to speak with cock in your mouth?"

"CORRECTION" the Crown chimed. "The proper idiom is "don't speak with food in your mouth." It is my duty to ensure—"

Moxie rolled his eyes so hard he nearly gave himself a headache.

They didn't have to wait long.

Twenty minutes later, footsteps echoed across the pavement. Moxie looked up to see a figure approaching from between two buildings.

Queen Aelindra of the Sun Elves was everything her title suggested. Bronze skin that seemed to glow with inner warmth. Copper hair woven into intricate shield-maiden braids. She stood taller than both other queens, her body carved from muscle and grace in equal measure. She wore the torn remnants of armor, pieces of leather and cloth that had survived her evasion, and carried a makeshift weapon: a metal bar torn from some structure.

Her golden eyes locked onto Moxie with burning intensity.

Then she actually looked at him, and her expression shifted to disgust.

"By the eternal sun," she said, her voice carrying the same musical quality as the other elves but with a harder edge. A warrior's tone. "Thou art truly hideous. I had thought surely I would not fall in combat to a mere male, but seeing thee now, I am certain of victory."

Vel'kora laughed around Moxie's cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

Moxie reached down and playfully slapped the side of her head. "Third time today someone's called me ugly. You'd think I'd develop a complex."

"Stop," he commanded, and both queens immediately released his cock, pulling back to kneel on either side of him. Flanking their master.

Aelindra's gaze shifted to Lysara, and something like pain crossed her features. "Lysara. The scholar queen, whose intellect I once considered equal to mine own martial prowess. How art thou fallen. To kneel before a male thus, servicing him with such... eagerness." She shook her head. "I cannot comprehend thy corruption."

She turned to Vel'kora next. "And the drow whore. I should have expected no better from thy kind."

Vel'kora just shrugged, completely unbothered. She knew that soon enough, this proud warrior would be sharing their master's cock with her. No point arguing now.

Lysara smiled serenely. "Thou art no match against our lord, Aelindra. I counsel thee to set aside thy pride and place thy fate in his hands. If thou dost not, thy people shall pay the ultimate price for thy stubbornness."

Aelindra turned her attention back to Moxie, who sat with his legs spread, cock still hard and glistening with saliva from his slaves' attention. Her golden eyes studied him with warrior's assessment.

"I am here to defeat thee in honorable combat," she declared. Then, despite herself, her gaze dropped to his cock. "Though I confess, that is an impressive appendage. Shouldst thou yield now, I might consider keeping thee as a pet beside my throne. 'Twould be amusing to see such endowment put to proper use."

Moxie didn't respond with words. He simply stood, pulled off his shirt, and kicked away his pants, leaving himself completely naked. His enhanced body was on full display, perfectly proportioned, muscles defined without being grotesque.

Aelindra watched, then dropped her makeshift weapon with a metallic clang. She stripped away the remains of her armor and clothing, standing naked before him. Her head held high, proud warrior accepting a challenge on equal terms.

Moxie sat back down on the bench and gestured for his two slaves to move away. "Watch. Learn what happens to bad girls."

He looked at Aelindra and beckoned with one finger. "Come on then, warrior. Show me what you've got."

Aelindra exploded into motion, leaping forward with speed that would have been impressive against any normal human. Her fist aimed for his face with precision born from centuries of training.

Moxie wasn't there.

He moved with enhanced speed, sidestepping so quickly all three elves' eyes widened in shock. As Aelindra stumbled past, he reached out and squeezed her ass casually.

"Nice and firm," he commented. "This is going to be fun to spank."

Aelindra whirled, fury replacing shock. She attacked again, a combination of strikes that should have overwhelmed him.

He danced around each one, movements economical and precise. As he dodged, he continued his commentary, grabbing her tits when she overextended. "These are perfect. I'm going to enjoy watching them bounce while I fuck you."

A dodge to the left, hand sliding along her waist. "Such a tight body. All that warrior training paid off."

Another missed punch, and he slapped her ass hard enough to echo. "That's the sound I want to hear when I'm pounding you from behind."

"Coward!" Aelindra snarled. "Stand and fight!"

"If you insist." Moxie stopped moving, standing perfectly still, hands at his sides. "Go ahead. Hit me."

Aelindra didn't hesitate. She put all her enhanced elvish strength into a punch aimed directly at his face.

Her fist connected.

And Aelindra screamed.

It was like punching a steel wall. Her knuckles crunched against his face, but his head didn't even move. She stumbled back, cradling her hand, staring at him in disbelief.

"How... how is thy skin so hard?"

"Nanomachines," Vel'kora called out helpfully, grinning. "They apparently harden in response to trauma."

Aelindra ignored her, attacking again with **** fury. She struck his chest, his stomach, his arms. Each impact hurt her more than him. His genetically enhanced body was simply too durable.

As her movements grew sluggish with exhaustion and pain, Moxie finally moved.

He grabbed her arms, spun her around, and pinned her against his chest with her hands behind her back. "Yield?"

"Never!"

He made a thrusting motion with his hips, his cock sliding between her thighs, mimicking penetration without actually entering her. "You sure? Because I'm going to fuck you eventually."

Then he swung her bodily and threw her into the nearest wall.

Aelindra crashed through the structure, landing in a heap of broken brick and dust. But she rose, groaning, relentless in her fury. Blood trickled from a cut on her forehead, but her golden eyes still burned with defiance.

She charged again.

This time Moxie caught her mid-leap, flipped her in the air, and slammed her down onto the pavement. He pinned her there, his body covering hers, his face inches from her own.

"Don't like being fucked from behind?" he asked, referencing the earlier mock-thrust. "You prefer to see my face while I fuck you instead?"

Aelindra bucked and thrashed, but he held her effortlessly. Her warrior's instinct recognized the truth: she couldn't win. Not physically. Not against whatever he was.

Moxie pulled her up by her arms, forcing her to her knees before him. "Last chance. Yield."

Tears of humiliation and defeat welled in Aelindra's golden eyes. Her lip trembled. But her voice, when it came, was steady.

"Thou wouldst have to kill me."

Moxie stared at her for a long moment. Then, surprisingly, he released her and stepped back.

Aelindra looked up, confused. "Why... why hast thou stopped?"

Instead of answering, Moxie asked his own question. "Why did you come looking for me? You knew the terms. Wait forty-eight hours, hide successfully, and you get another chance. But you came anyway. Why?"

Aelindra rose slowly to her feet, wiping blood from her face. "Sun Elf honor demands we hide from no battle. To skulk and cower while my people suffer? I would rather die in combat than live in such shame."

Moxie nodded slowly, something like respect crossing his features. "Okay. Then I'll give you a different challenge."

"What manner of challenge?"

He grinned. "A sexual one. You want to defeat me? Try to make me submit through pleasure instead of pain. Mount me. Ride me. If you can break me sexually before I break you, I'll let all three of your races go free."

Aelindra's eyes widened. Then, shockingly, a fierce grin spread across her face.

Without hesitation, she pounced.

Moxie barely had time to be surprised before she tackled him to the ground. Her strong thighs straddled his hips, pinning him down with warrior strength. She grabbed his cock, positioned it, and looked down at him with triumphant fury.

"I shall defeat thee and milk thee like the pathetic male thou art!" she declared. "Sun Elf females are trained in all forms of combat, including this!"

And then she dropped her hips, taking his full length inside her virgin pussy in one brutal thrust.