Resignation

So that's it. It all comes down to sex.

You see, there IS something about Dark Elves that makes them somewhat extra unique compared to other types: They are very sexually active and, in theory, quite fertile. When they are impregnated, it is always with multiple young... but very few, if any, ever make it out of the womb. It was such a futile endeavor for them, the fact that they refused to give up on it was used by other "higher" races to spread the nastiest, and false, rumors about a Dark Elf's reasons for wanting to be pregnant in the first place.

However, it seems human seed planted in Dark Elf wombs makes for offspring with far higher rates of survival and, with the war having dropped humanity's numbers to an all-time low, we were more than willing to assist in making half-breeds to bolster both our races. In fact, much like human arranged marriages, it became custom amongst our royals to negotiate giving a human to a Dark Elf as part of political trades and alliances.

Dark Elves are matriarchal in nature, hence why I am to be her "Brood Father" instead of her "King", though I have heard Brood Fathers are always well cared for and it is not as if I object to the idea of having repeated sex with a woman as unfathomably beautiful as Asle... but the knowledge that mother had agreed to this deal, or even possibly been the author of it, without letting me know does make me feel a little sad.

Whatever her reason, whatever she has gotten out of this arrangement, it is not my place to ask. And it also seems quite inappropriate to be thinking of one's mother as the Dark Elf Queen places a hand under my chin to tilt my head upwards so she can forcefully press her lips against my own.

I attempt to kiss back, I obviously do not have much experience with women, but she is firmly in control as she moves her hands to my shoulders to push me down. Once I am on my back on the couch with her laying atop me, her tongue wriggles its way into my mouth, engaging and overpowering my own as they rub together. She tastes sweet, so impossibly sweet, and I moan into the kiss, which makes her chuckle in response even as she continues her oral domination.

Still not needing to come up for air, the Queen's hands use my distraction to slide from my shoulders to the front of my shirt, slowly undoing the buttons one by one. I barely notice, my head starting to grow light and foggy as my lungs find they are starting to need a fresh supply of oxygen despite how overwhelming her smell, and taste are to the rest of senses.

Fortunately, once the last button is undone, she breaks the kiss, allowing both of us to pant heavily. Her face is flush and she licks her own lips, as if to savor some small bit of my saliva that may have still been there. She looks in my eyes, her own red orbs glittering with lust as she spreads my shirt open to run her hands over my smooth, firm chest. I shiver at her touch, her fingertips finding my nipples and flicking playfully back and forth over them before briefly lowering her head to do the same to them with her tongue. She clearly enjoys my helpless reactions as I squirm beneath her and her hands slide lower still, finding the buckle of my belt and slowly undoing it.

Asle then hooks her fingers under the waistbands of both my pants and britches beneath it before pausing, once more looking into my eyes. I do not know what she is looking for there, but I cannot resist the firm, commanding power of her glare and my only response is to meekly raise my hips. In that moment, even as she starts to slide my lower garments down, her expression changes for just a few moments. It is not true disappointment, yet it is the look of one who expected a grand banquet and instead found a merely acceptable one.

Her dark, cool fingers find my pale, hot, hard, (and not to brag) quite large manhood and wrap around it, stroking up and down softly to work back the foreskin as well as bring my member to full erection. She starts working her thumb over the head of my cock, still keeping her eyes locked with mine even as she lowers her head again to start leaving firm kisses against my chest. The Dark Elf Queen then starts to slide down the couch, her lips pecking a line lower and lower down my torso that leave behind dark green kiss marks as she goes.

I hear the sound of cloth being rustled and discarded, raising my head to see its source. Asle has undone the clasp of her skirt and let it fall in a halo around her legs so that she can slip off the couch and kneel next to it. Her eyes are no longer glued to mine but instead stare intently at my manhood, which is the most heart-stopping and erotic sight I have seen in my life up to this point.

She leans her head in, sniffing at the head of my cock like she was judging the aroma of a fine wine. The puffs of warm air from her nostrils send powerful tingles up my spine, which only grow stronger as she starts smelling the rest of the shaft. Brushing her nose back and forth against my rod as she goes down, she takes a few moments to sniff at my balls and I wonder if she is able to smell the cum that is gathering within them. She then gives my sack a kiss, the Dark Elf now moving her lips back up the shaft to brush her lips over every inch. As her mouth starts to reach my throbbing head again, I find myself croaking, "Please..."

Asle pauses her advance before her eyes dart back up to glare at me. I fall silent as it is clear that she will move at her own pace. Once more keeping her eyes locked with mine, she thankfully wastes little time before giving the total length of the underside of my cock a long, slow lick and then engulfs the tip into her warm, wet mouth. I gasp as she loudly and lewdly slurps, sending tingling vibrations down my length as her tongue rubs over the slit on my cock's head. She then bobs her head up and down, only ever going down an inch or two before lifting back up, clearly more interested in teasing me than giving a full blowjob.

That teasing is still enough to draw me closer and closer to the edge as my breathing grows heavier. My hands flex at my sides as my hips quiver, wanting to reach out for the back of her head and push down while I thrust upwards, make her swallow me to the root. Yet I remain still, frozen by the commanding aura she exudes even as she services me. Soon enough, the first few trickles of pre-seed begin to leak out and the Queen sucks them down, pausing as her eyes widen for a moment and she shivers. The taste is apparently to her liking as she licks up a few more drops before letting my member flop out of her mouth. "Let us not waste this all in my mouth now," she says as she stands and moves to straddle my hips.

Looking down, without the skirt in the way, I can see the lower half of the black bustier she has on beneath her dress... and that it lacks a crotch area, her visible, wet womanhood hovering just over my manhood. She reaches down to take hold of my lance, teasingly brushing it against her lower lips before lining me up with her core and letting gravity pull her downwards onto it. We both shudder and let out deep moans as she does so, the sensation of her hot insides greedily embracing every inch of my length as it sinks deeper in all but instantly overwhelming my mind's ability to function. All I can think of to do is to rest my hands on her wide, soft, womanly hips and hold on for whatever she planned to do next.

Asle once more wastes little time in getting to that "next", starting to slide back up my cock the second after she hilts herself. She grinds herself back and forth as she does so, wanting every inch of her inner walls to come in contact with my penetrating organ. For the next minute or so the room is filled with the sounds of our moaning and the soft, wet slapping of our flesh coming together every time she drives herself downward upon me, my hips only moving just enough to let me match the timing of her movements.

Eventually, she starts to move faster, placing her hands on my chest to brace herself as her pace quickly grows more and more demanding. I can only groan and pant with uncontrolled lust as I try and fail to keep up with her, utterly dominated by the Dark Elf's sexuality. I can feel the tingling build-up and swelling of my shaft, my climax only mere moments away until she suddenly slows down, moving just enough to keep me going but not quite enough to send me over the edge. "Not just yet," she coos, reaching a hand behind her to cup my balls, "My new toy is going to give me the best he can."

I feel a warmth as magical energy flows from her palm and into my crotch, my testicles feeling like they are swelling to double their size as what is undoubtedly a fertility spell prepares me for the most powerful release a human can possibly have. Sure enough, Asle then swiftly goes about drawing me to that release, resuming her faster motions, her breasts visibly bouncing even through the otherwise rigid dress top she still has on.

Lasting just a few moments longer, I can only let out a strangled howl as my body goes rigid, thrusting up one last time to deliver my load as deeply as I can as she pushes down to accomplish the same task. It grows harder to think with each pulse of my penis, each oversized shot seeming to take a portion of my senses with it, and to my surprise, my orgasm also seems to trigger hers.

Asle closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan, quivering hard in time with each of my spurts. I had heard Elves can physically feel a man's cum splashing into them, as well as that cum's journey up to where their eggs wait. If the Queen's prolonged, shaking reaction is any indication, that seems to be true. A wide, satisfied smile forms on her lips, as if she were experiencing some kind of high beyond just her sexual release.

Eventually, my magnified orgasm subsides with one last blast of my seed that feels as if it is launched hard enough to splatter directly into the back of her womb. I crumple on the couch, unable to do anything but pant heavily as the Dark Elf Queen continues to experience her high, purring deep in her throat and bringing a hand up to her belly. When she opens her eyes, she looks down at me and again she has that expression that says she has enjoyed herself but there may have been something that would have let her enjoy it more that was missing.

Still, she uses her free hand to run it through my hair, giving me a pleased nod. "Well done, my new toy," she coos.

"Toy...?" I murmur, too drained for the moment to question her meaning beyond that single word.

"I sense you always have been," she says, her statement harsh even though her tone is somehow soothing, "but one only meant to be kept on a shelf in a collector's room, untouched and hidden away from all but the one who keeps you."

I cannot argue her point. Over the course of my life, I was only ever really doted over by my mother, and she had been just as firm as keeping me in my backrooms as the Duke had been. I feel a sudden, deep shame over that. I am a man, but one who could never find what he wanted to be or ever really tried to be anything other than what he was told.

Unexpectedly, tears come to my eyes and Asle looks at me with far more pity than I would have first expected from her. She lifts herself off my cock, the excess of my load coating my member and dribbling out of her core as she shifts down to lay atop me and reach up to wipe away my tears with her thumb.

She shushes me and then gives me a brief, warm kiss on the lips. "Do not feel sad," she whispers, "I cannot change what you are, my dear toy, but I can promise you this: I will make sure you are a very VERY much appreciated... and well used one."