Troublesome Wedding Night

After the party, I take Wynlyvell to my chambers. They had already been set up and perfumed by my maidens. My Witch has let a couple vials of an elixir of potency, for extra pleasure.

Finally alone, Wynlyvell looks even more beautiful. We have talked several times before, and I'm sure I've never met a sweeter woman. I still can't believe her mothers gave her to me in marriage, but I suppose they think like me: peace must be achieved throughout the realms.

We kiss, we fondle each other, and soon, our wedding dresses are lying on the floor, and we are lying on the bed. Her naked body is something truly divine. Her huge breast barely sag, like they were full of the most delicious milk. Her skin is the softest I can imagine, and her moans are incredibly adorable. She's very young for an elf, at only 25 years old, although she has the body —and the mind— of an adult woman, her kin will still call her immature.

I spread her delightfully thick legs, and I admire her tender abdomen and the mountains next. I slide my 17-centimeter cock. She's incredibly tight! Her insides are so wet, and they squeeze my cock in I way I could only dream. We make love, among hugs and kisses, and powerful thrusts of my hips. We change positions a couple of times, and every new position feels even better. Then we cum. I let out a huge load of jizz deep inside her, and she overflows with her pussy juices.

"More." She whispers after we rest for a moment. I just smile and we do it again. And again.

We spend the whole night fucking, and I've already drunk the vials my witch has let me. I've already shot so much cum inside her (which doesn't even flow out, despite the volume), and it's not that she's not cumming: she is! I can feel her shivering every time she orgasms. But I feel... there's something wrong.

"Wynlyvell... I would gladly spend the rest of my life in this performance, but... I feel there's something you're not telling me."

She blushes. She suddenly looks immensely ashamed.

"There is something wrong, dear Lilliana. I... I was cursed several years ago."

"What? Cursed? We ought to solve this now! Parlyx!"

There's a sudden black cloud that materializes into my Royal Witch. Wynlyvel covers herself with the blankets, but I trust my Witch so much I don't even mind she's seeing my wife naked. Parlyx is indeed gazing at Wynlyvell.

"You called, your Majesty?"

"The Queen-wife claims she's cursed, and..."

"She is indeed. I noticed something strange during the ceremony, but I could not figure out what it was. Until now." She approached the bed. "Tell me about your course, your Grace."

"I..." Wynlyvell starts, as she speaks, Parlyx gently takes her face and gazes into her eyes very closely. "Uh... There is an elf witch. It is said she was jealous of my... my beauty, and she... she cursed me..."

"Is that elf witch Ilmalgwa?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

"She is a powerful witch indeed. Her curses can be terrible, and hard to break. I perceive... A manifestation in your body."

Parlyx steps back, and black threads appear joining the tip of her fingers and Wynlyvell's face.

"I am reading the weave of your curse so we can understand it further..."

"She said" the elf continues. "That I will never be faithfull to a bride. I will always lust for others. But I don't want it to happen! I want to remain faithful to you, my wife, your Majesty!"

"I can see it" Parlyx says. Her eyes have turned completely black. "The curse is making her desire other cocks, other women, different from that she truly wants. She can have orgasms, but she will not be truly satisfied until other women penetrate her. She can take any size of penises, and any numbers of them, and she won't conceive a child while cursed."

"I am so sorry!" Wynyvell starts crying.

"No, don't be" I say, sitting next to her and hugging her. I must have been unable to hide my erection, as I really enjoy the idea of others fucking such a gorgeous woman in front of me, because Parlyx, even in her trance state, smirks.

"If you allow an insane idea, your Majesty, I think the elven Queens did it on purpose. They wanted to destabilize our Queendom. People will lose trust in a cheating Queen-wife."

"So... If Wynlyvell... If another woman has sex with her... My wife will be completely satisfied?"

"According to what I can read on the curse magic that lies upon her, yes."

"But I will never betray you!"

"But you desire such cocks?"

"YES! I won't lie, my love, I do desire to get fucked by other women! It's a burning lust! Even when you can make me climax, I...! I..."

"I have an idea." I say. I kiss my wife. "I must confess something, my love. The idea of watching other women have their way with you is... exciting."

"What?"

"I'm not sure why... But it's also a burning lust. I... I feel I want to watch it so bad. So we will do it!"

"What? Are you sure?" Wynyvell looks both excited and frightened. "Will I still be your wife after we... do that?"

"Yes. Forever now" I kiss her hand. Then I speak to Parlyx. "Send a crow to the orc chieftain. Have them come here for dinner tomorrow, I have a deal for her."