It's Good To Be King Pt. 2

When I slept, my body drifted to the Aether. It called out.

I was standing in the courtyard in a body that wasn’t mine, the rubble of the destroyed stone walls littering the surrounding of a great castle. A large magical battle had just taken place. An Elven king was bent on his knees gasping.

“You have dispelled me Kalace.” The Elf King said. The Elf King spurted out blood. I had blown his arm off in the fighting, his body now being eaten away at with my various magic curses, his reach on the aether completely sealed and severed.

“Durothil, you should have never broken your promise. What in Aether’s name were you thinking of sending your army across the border while I was engaged in the north? I wept and screamed when I returned and saw the villages of my people burned, the heads of children spiked on Elven arrows, the women either **** or sold as thralls. You did not think I would respond in kind?”

“You were growing far too powerful Kalace. I could not have it. And don’t tell me you did not do worse in war, I know you Kalace!” King Durothil stood up with grace despite his total defeat, his shining silver armor gleaming through the blood, his long ribbon of platinum beard streaked with lines of blood swaying majestically in the wind. “Get it over and kill me.”

“I have far worse plans for you.” My guards advanced and surround King Durothil binding him.

My army disarmed the soldiers of the surrendering army in the castle once I had defeated their king. They swept through the castles and huddled everyone to the large castle courtyard. They then built a large sick camp where they placed all the injured soldiers and civilians of both sides of this war.

Durothil was on his last legs despite practical treatment, my curse magic was eating him alive. For the first time, I had seen an Elf look shriveled and grey. The sick, injured and dying numbered in the thousands, the cost of the Aether war between my kingdom and Caidan, the Elven Kingdom of the Forest to the east.

I used my healing magic on my soldiers first by rank. My harem, which traveled with me, satisfied my whims but my lust had grown so much that the process was slow and long and more died as I didn’t keep up.

It was then I was requested to attend at the gardens in the center of the castle where Durothil’s harem of wives resided.

“I would not **** this on you,” I said standing in front of four regal and beautiful Elven Queens in the inner gardens.

“We insist.” The eldest and tallest of the four sister-wives said. She, Lenna, was a fair and stunning elf maiden with long black hair. The other sister wives all nodded and stood tall.

“Well, if you insist,” I said and tried to hide my wicked smile behind my fan. “I suppose I’ll have her first.” I pointed with my fan to the regal-looking platinum blonde Elf Queen, Elia.

“Elia, do your service. The war is over. We must repair the damages for our people’s sake.”

Elia nodded and came over. She bent down on her knees and took me in her mouth. “Oh, you are quite marvelous at that,” I said, stroking her head of white hair. After a few moments of the sensual movements of her lips and tongue over my member, I sat down on the grass and brought her over on my cock facing me. I positioned the tip of my cock near her anal rose and spread open her cheeks. Her small Elven eyes with a cool expression on them opened wide with a not so cool expression as I prodded my dick into her asshole.

“No , ” Elia pleaded.

“It’s for your people my queen,” I said.

“Please. My pussy.” It seemed her common tongue had been rudimentary.

Lanna spoke up, “My grace, we Elvish women are not fond of that. Her sect of Elven people especially, her father's a priest.”

“If you wish to help your people, you must satiate my desires. I’ve had all manner of Elvish pussy. I must draw from a different well.”

The three looked at each other speaking in Elvish.

“Your grace, you could sample me first. I will be willing to try it.” Lanna spoke up.

“There will plenty of time for you, for now, I want Elia here.” Lanna looks pleadingly at Elia. Elia nodded in resignation.

I planted my cock inside Elia’s ass. The other’s stood there and watched. I pushed Elia and up and down the entire length of my cock, my cock glistening with dew. Elia breathed heavily. I planted kisses on her as I increased my pace my hand on her guiding the movements of my cock deep inside her and back out. I rubbed at her clit and she squirmed in pleasure. I felt it come close and held Elia down on her shoulders to the grass with her legs spread over her shoulder and her buttocks bent up. She grimaced. I thrust my weight on her and shot my load in her gaping asshole, keeping her there, her shoulders pressed against the grass floor and her butt up in the air and her knees towards her shoulder. I spread her cheeks wide open so everyone in the gardens could see her gaping asshole. The other women tried to hide disgust. Elia held her palms to her face, hiding her shame.

“Lanna you seem the most enthusiastic. Please reach your tongue in there and clean her out for me.” I said casually.

Lanna stared at me. “Will doing this help your magic?”

“Everything I do, I do for my magic, believe me, now come,” I said sincerely.

Lanna hesitated and lapped at the gaping asshole. I made the other women watch, except for Elia who still had her hands covering her face, panting and trying to hide her moans as her sister wives each took turns tonguing the inside of her asshole cleaning it.

I rotated my attention between the rest of the women and fuck them all until nightfall. I lined them up bending them over like a dog with their butts held high and asked them to spread their cheeks as I took a turn going down the line of naked bent over Elven Queen with my dick in their asshole and pussy, a few jabs in and out and down the line and back again. I made sure to make them suck out the semen of every orifice as I dumped my load into them.

By the time nightfall came, I made my way to the sick camp with the Elven sister-wives. With the huge surge of Aether I had drawn from, I channeled my spirit magic and healed most the camp, the uninjured spectators staring in awe as the waves of light magic spread. I spent most of the night with the sister-wives bouncing on my dick or with my dick in their mouths at the sick camp as I put the finishing touches, healing the stragglers and people who weren’t injured by conventional means. Doruthil was last, his healing needed so much of the aether that it took two loads into Elia’s asshole to reverse the curses I had placed on him.

I became a hero overnight to the people of the Elvish kingdom, Caidan, even as I was pumping their queens with my semen at the camp. Their survivors calling me a savior and offering their nubile Elven daughters to my harem. They would erect a statue of me on the place they called the Miracle.

Doruthil woke up in his sickbed groggy and I smiled and saluted at him from across the near-empty sickbay, now only if with soldiers and practitioners packing up. He was fully healed, his wounds and curse have gone, though still without the use of magic or his severed arm. “Bastard.” Durothil muttered under his breath as he noticed Lanna, one of his wives, with her head in my lap and a cock in her mouth, her eyes glued to my face in worship and affection.

None of the sister wives bade Doruthil goodbye when I sent him into exile in a remote island with an allowance fitting a former king, never to return ot the mainland again.

The aether pulled me out of my dream and I opened my eyes now seeing the ceiling of the inn. It was morning. A new day had come, and I had an urgent want to practice my magic.