The Queen Interrupts Them

But just as their connection deepened, a sharp, thin knock echoed through the chamber, causing the pair of them to freeze in place. Prince Melinir’s heart pounded in his chest as he scrambled to gather his thoughts, knowing that his mother’s voice would soon follow.

“Melinir, are you awake? It’s time for your morning duties,” Queen Elowen called out from outside the door, her elegant tone expectant and authoritative.

“Go away,” he whispered, closing his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. The girl should have been gone by now.

He was on his final strokes. He grunted, grabbing her hips again and thrusting for all he was worth.

If he didn’t answer, she’d come in. the queen of Lorian went wherever she wanted, reply or not.

He gripped the girl’s hips, finishing inside her with heavy thrusts.

Prince Melinir quickly pulled out, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached for a sheet to cover them, but they had fallen on the floor. He tried to compose himself as he heard the right of the double doors open. His mother entered the room.

He glanced over at the wood elf, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. She lay flat on her stomach, shielding her face with a pillow as if she could hide from the reality unfolding before them. Her lovely black hair lay in a tangled mess on the pillow, and her pale, perfect back was still slightly pink from his spanking. She let in short, sharp breaths of satisfaction.

Melinir tried to compose himself, attempting to find the right words to say to his mother once she entered. But before he could utter a sound, Queen Elowen’s eyes widening in shock at the scene before her. The sheets felt like a mile away, and the pair of them remained naked on the bed. It felt too awkward to get up and retrieve them.

“Mother,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “This is...”

The longer they waited, the wood elf girl rolled over, and folded her arms over her breasts in irritation. She looked at him, her emerald-green eyes filled with a mix of anger, sadness, and disappointment. “It’s Meilind.”

Prince Melinir nodded, swallowing hard.

Queen Elowen marched over to the bed, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. “What’s going on, Melinir?” she asked, her voice low and menacing. “And who is this… Meilind?”

The girl hesitated for a moment, then spoke up, her voice steady. “I was invited by your son for a diplomatic meeting, but as you can see…” She trailed off, gesturing to her rumpled clothes and dishevelled appearance.

Prince Melinir’s face flushed scarlet, feeling humiliated by the sudden exposure.

He hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing lie. But then he realized it was too late.

"Mother, Meilind and I were just… discussing some matters of state," he said, trying to make it sound as if their encounter was purely professional.

Queen Elowen raised an eyebrow, sceptical of his story. "And how did that require you to be in bed together, naked, with-" she cut herself off, gesturing towards Meilind's black pubic hairs.

The wood elf girl looked down, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "My apologies, Your Majesty. I-"

Queen Elowen scoffed. "Apologies won't undo this debacle, Meilind. You are to leave this castle immediately and never return. Your people will be informed of your actions.”

“Yes, Your Highness. I am sorry.”

“We’ll see how sorry you are later. The guards will collect you for punishment before you are banished.” Her sapphire blue eyes were cold as ice as she stared at the girl. “Fifty lashes should remind you of your place.”

Both Melinir and Meilind gulped. He gave her a solemn, apologetic look. But he didn’t go as far as to offer to take her punishment for her. He knew what his mother would say anyway: ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

Meilind stared into space, shock filling her body.

Elowen’s eyes turned to her son. “Prince Melinir, this has to stop.”

He let out a deep, shuddering sigh, his mind whirling with the reality of his mistakes. He stole one last look at Meilind before covering himself and stepping away from the bed, leaving her alone and exposed for the queen to take note of her beauty.

"Mother, please-" he began, but his mother cut him off with a glare.

"Silence, Melinir. You have shown your disdain for everything we have built, and now you must pay the price. Get dressed, the horse is waiting." She exited the room with a final stare.