The Princess' Gamble

“My name is Sylva, princess of the high elf kingdom! And if anyone shall agree to assist your kingdom in its fight, it shall be me!” said the stern but soft voice of the elf standing in the doorway. John gave the princess a once over, to see what he was working with.

The elf had blonde hair flowing down her back all the way to her ass, her big blue eyes stared directly into his, a fierce determination clearly shown in them. She was dressed in a green dress that showed off her ample cleavage as well as an open spot that bared her navel. Her arms were covered in a lightly armored cloth while her hands were covered in fingerless gloves save for her bow firing fingers. Her legs shared lightly armored thigh high boots. A loosely fitted belt hung off her hips with a small supply pack attached to it. She had another set of belts under her generous bosom, seemingly hiking them up even more. These belts wrapped around to her neck where they attached to a sort of harness around her neck and cleavage. John certainly was not disappointed with the princess that stood in front of him.

“Welcome to my kingdom, Princess Sylva,” John said as he gave a slight bow in her direction. A smile grew across her lips as she returned a cordial bow.

“It seems to be a nice kingdom, and my people who fled here seem to be doing well,” admitted the princess.

“Of course. I could not sit idly by while a group of women and children were beset upon by an evil summoner. My conscious would not allow it!” John said, half admitting the truth. The other half of him seeing many potential fuckable elves he thought best to keep to himself.

“Such a noble king you are. My people are truly blessed to have you watching over them. And it seems the leader of your religion is an elf too, is that right?” she asked, seeing Gali with the group near the table.

“Well she sort of just made the religion herself. I have no qualms about my subjects believing in whatever they wish as long as it doesn’t threaten the kingdom,” he told her. She nodded, agreeing it was a smart move as a monarch.

“So, you wish to ally with us to fight your war when we are in the middle of our own war? That’s not a sound tactical decision,” pointed out the princess.

“Normally you would be correct. But as you can see, the kingdom is in a pocket barrier that is only accessible by crystals and only by those I deem acceptable. So your people would be safe here. You’d lose your land, yes, but that is only for the short term. We will take it back once my business is taken care of. These orcs would be no threat to my people. The Order is a threat to all sentient life in the Abyss that does not bow to their zealotry!” John’s speech was very emotional and passionate, his hands spoke with him, acting out much of what he spoke about.

The princess listened closely to every word John said, every movement his body made, attempting to get a read on what this bold king wished of her and her people. While she agreed the Order was an existential threat to all Abyssal creatures, she wasn’t sure if going to war with them was the right thing. Then again, the front lines were collapsing and it was only a matter of time until the orcish hordes overran the cities in the heart of elven territory. Despite her better judgment, she had no real choice in this. But she was determined to get something out of this.

“Kornac, Aliressa, come here for a moment. We must discuss our options,” ordered the princess to her two advisors. The two nodded their heads and made their way to their beloved leader.

“Your highness, we are in a perilous situation. We are onset on all sides by the orcish hordes, who will eventually take our lands. There is no doubt about that. We just don’t have the manpower to counter them. It is possible these strangers have the sheer strength to push through their numbers,” pointed out Kornac.

“I agree. I can sense the magic around their ruler and it is unfathomable. His potential is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. It may be a wise decision to ally with them if we can somehow make sure our lands are secure at the end of all this,” advised Aliressa. Sylva took in the words of her advisors, mulling them around in her mind which raced to find ways where she still came out as the ruler of her ancestral lands. After a few moments, she decided to take a gamble.

“What insurance do we have that you won’t simply just take our land once it’s free from the orcs?” asked Sylva, weary of what the answer may be.

“You are right to be weary. I could simply be a more devious invader than the orcs. I understand your position. We shall forge an Abyssal Contract to ensure that your kingdom is returned to you. I have no interest in conquering other people’s land, this one still has much land to be explored and possibly could be expanded,” explained John, sincerity in his words.

“I accept your terms. We shall aid you in your war against the Order, in return, you shall aid us in our war against the orcs,” agreed Princess Sylva, her hand extended. John grabbed her hand and the two shook, this tentative agreement confirmed on both sides.

“We shall find someone to make a true Abyssal Contract later, for now, let us feast on our new alliance!” announced John, to which the room cheered.

“I shall gather what we have here, but I’m not sure if we have enough for everyone. The harvest is just starting to show,” announced Gali.

“It’s ok, Gali, Idena and I shall go shopping in the real world for anything we are missing. We aren’t quite totally self-sufficient yet, but we’re slowly getting there,” said John, who looked at Idena. The harpy nodded at her master’s command and moved to meet him. “Gali, take care of our guests while we are out. Hopefully we aren’t gone for too long,” said John as he and Idena made for the door.

“Ok, let’s go to town and get these supplies before this goes down,” John said to Idena as the two walked to the Crystal Room to teleport to John’s room. The potential battle that loomed before John and his kingdom weighed heavily on his mind. There was no way this ended well for anyone. Either John’s kingdom is destroyed and everyone is dead, or he is victorious but makes a lifelong enemy in the process. This feast will hopefully take everyone’s mind off this and let us celebrate being together one last time, John thought as the two reached the crystal.