You want some elf-blooded bastards

There was hardly any debate, was there? The thought of those perky lil’ elven tits had your cock poking through your robes and even spurt a little bit of pre onto the rough steps below. With your mind, and nuts, made up, you slither down fully into the kitchen.

A flurry of startled gasps and sharp, clattering movement greets your sudden presence. Wooden spoons strike the edges of pots, a ladle slips and splashes broth across the stone, and several of the maid’s recoil as though a blade had been drawn among them. The rhythm of the kitchen stutters and breaks, replaced by a tense, watchful stillness. Even the ever-barking cook falls silent for a heartbeat, her eyes narrowing as she takes you in.

You pay no active attention to the Halfblood guard, though a part of your mind hisses in pleasure as his slitted eyes widen enough, they look like they may pop out of his skull at any moment. He dropped his cock and the pteurge flopped back into place as he snaps upright in a clumsy attempt at discipline. His earlier indulgence betrayed by the off-white sheen on his scaly hand.

Your gaze settled on the lucky woman you had chosen.

Up close, the elf is even more striking. Her features are fine and deliberate, cheekbones high and elegant, her skin pale with a faint, natural warmth beneath it. Strands of pale gold hair have come loose from a practical tie, clinging to her temples and the curve of her neck. Her ears taper back in smooth arcs, twitching ever so slightly at the sudden attention. Her eyes, wide now, are a clear green, bright and startled.

The cute squeak she lets out when you approach is soft, breathy, and utterly unguarded.

With a simple grab and twist, you lift her onto the counter beside her. The impact sends a puff of flour into the air, a fine white cloud that drifts and settles over everything nearby, including your silken robes to your mild irritation. Around you, the other servants freeze in place. Some turn away quickly, heads bowed, hands tightening around their work. Others watch in rigid silence, caught between fear and helpless curiosity.

Any protests she had faded, or didn’t, you honestly were not paying attention, when you flipped up her apron and dress. Some of the women flinch as though the motion were directed at them. A loud, satisfied hiss filled the air as you saw her cute black smallclothes, narrow enough to border on the verge of being panties.

“Naughty little thing, aren’t you~?”

Your forked tongue flicked out, tasting the mixture of surprise and fear absolutely pouring from the confused maid. Almost all of your princely indiscretions happened upstairs in the manse proper, rarely did you ever indulge below or out in the compound. The elf’s blush spreads quickly, staining her pale skin a vivid red that reaches from her cheeks down to her collarbone. Her hands twitch as if to push you away, but they falter halfway, fingers curling instead into the fabric beneath her.

Without any ceremony, one of your claws simply cuts through the side of the panty so it flops away revealing her small, smooth cunny. As your eyes gleamed like violet gemstones, your hands were mechanically shredding through her dress and apron, pulling them away in fistfuls of useless cloth. Only that pesky garment barred you from feasting on her bosom.

With a flick of your hand, you shredded that garment too. Her scream, while annoying, did something to you and your cock, now harder and throbbing incessantly, spat a thick wad of pre across her unblemished tummy.

“Y-Your Highness, p-please d-d…” Your narrowed eyes cut off any protests from her, especially as it dawned on her that since she was inside the Gilded Coil Concession, that all laws and rites from the Akaviri Empire apply in full as if the very soil you were on were back there. It was a **** sentence to refuse anything from a member of royalty. That level of indulgent chaos had caused many a rebellion, but your clan always came out on top.

Obviously.

With a snort, you angled yourself and pushed into her tight passage. Her whines and whimpers of protest devolved into some sort of animalistic yelp as your pointed cock barreled through, stretching her before you even had a fourth of your cock inside her. Some of the servants avert their eyes entirely, focusing with **** intensity on their tasks, though their hands tremble. Others glance between you and the cook, searching for some sign of intervention that never comes.

You pierce through her hymen with ease, forever marking this lowly woman as one of your own. Claimed and marked by-

You pause for a moment. That jarring sense of déjà vu came back. A pang in your heart that comes not from guilt, never that, but from something deeper.

Willing it away as best as you could, you focused on deflowering the cute elven maiden before you. Leaning down, twisting your body so you were practically lying next to her despite your hips plowing into her fertile fields, you nip at her left breast. Fangs grazing against her skin and leaving behind thin scratches that immediately turned a puffy pink.

Her moans took on a painful pitch, minute traces of poison heightening everything she felt and you could hear the thrum of her heartbeat spiking which only drove you further on. Without any more care, not that you had much to begin with, your hips were pistoning in and out of her like she was nothing more than a cocksleeve to you. Your fat, heavy nuts made a fleshy staccato against her ass as they plapped into her like her cheeks owed them a hundred gold.

The thrum of power and ecstasy coursed through your scaled body, filling your head and inflating your already oversized ego as everyone was powerless to do anything against you. One glance even revealed that some of the other ladies were touching themselves under their aprons. Even the Halfblood guard went back to what he was doing, only more vigorously now that he had something salacious to watch.

That pang of unease hit you again, as if something was wrong and would only get worse if you did not go back to what you should be doing. Heavy and undeniable, pressing down on your soul. Even the crackling of the hearth seemed to dim beneath it, the muted firelight flickering across tense faces and flour-dusted hands.

With a huff, you pick up your speed to drive home those last few yards towards all-consuming climax. Huge scaled nuts drew up tight, various natural oils and sweat flung from them as they practically turned into a battering ram against her ass. Even your scrunched-up sheath started hitting her cute lip that were split wide from your girth.

A long, sibilant hiss filled the air as your hilted yourself inside her, and with a few dry throbs at first as your prostate worked hard to draw all that cum across your mighty length, filled the elf woman up as well. Each glorious flex of your reptilian cock delivered enough seed to sow a garden of women with snakelets. Thick, creamy spurts squirted out despite your cock’s best efforts to seal her shut. Alas, most of your potent cum was wasted as you had already packed as much as you could into her womb with the first three alone, swelling her belly to as much as it could take.

You let the full high of your orgasm wash over you before unceremoniously pulling out. A veritable flood of Tsaesci seed splatters onto the already copiously coated ground. You grab the apron of one of the nearby women, which tugs her over, and you clean your cock and nuts without sparing her a glance.

With that done, you slither out of the kitchen with nary a word or thought about what you just did.