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Woe upon the Kingdom. A blight most terrible had beset Queen Vallia's domain. Crops laid to waste, fields barren, storms of dust coughed from Mother Earth to choke and stifle her chosen people. The coming winter boded harshly, an empty silo to prove the anguish of many. Her Majesty's most senior mages could not find the source of such evil, nor hope to expunge it. In the face of crisis, the Queen found a dearth of options, the idea of evacuating her ancestral lands now on the minds and mouths of her subjects. Such a terrible dishonor to the history she and her ancestors had forged, but a growing necessity in the face of an approaching famine. To suffer the humiliation of exile or stand strong and die were the two sides of a very bitter coin, one she would be forced to flip lest the decision be made for her.

Those were the lamentations of the Kingdom when Meian had found it. A lone druid on a spiritual journey through the land, he'd heard nothing but good things before crossing its border. Descriptions of a perfect society whose focus on the arts was obvious thanks to elaborate architecture and a crowd of monuments. Between beautifully crafted marble structures were immaculately carved streets woven seamlessly through the nature which bloomed around it. Manicured trees, endless fields of grain, all honed by an egalitarian society which held itself in a higher regard than what other lesser societies had achieved (They never said this, but it was more than implied).

So it was jarring for Meian to stumble into what had become of it. The first sign of things to come was a harsh welcome at the border by guards wary of any and all travelers. They demanded his business and to see what he had on his person. He hardly understood their concern given his appearance. A scrawny wood elf on his lonesome with the dust of the trail caked on his feet hardly painted the image of a threat. His pack was massive, larger than himself by a few magnitudes, and yet it didn't hold a single weapon besides a dull knife he used for preparing food. With fish being his only source of meat, he didn't even carry a hunting bow. He told the guards as much and they still demanded he relinquish his pack for search. They tore through it indiscriminately, leaving no item unmolested. By the time they deemed Meian a non-threat, his pack had was in catastrophic disorder, requiring him to repack it all in the presence of the remorseless guards. [i]I expected better from the high elves of this place,[/i] he thought to himself bitterly. [i]Perhaps I was being too naïve.[/i]

The truth became apparent once he continued his journey. It was in an appalling state, every field and orchard in disarray. The few elves he encountered regarded him coldly, if at all. He'd interacted with high elves before, and they were never so dodgy. Perhaps it was some form of racism towards his kind, one more acceptable in a society utterly dominated by people of the same origin. At one inn he dared to ask how the Kingdom was faring while seated at the bar. He stood out among the high elves, his rugged wool tunic discolored and dirty from his travels. Reddish-brown hair was sleeked back the length of his scalp, laid flat by grease. Long, pointed ears darted out the flanks of his head. He had dark, olive skin which made the auburn color of his eyes stand out amidst a young-looking face. He was short compared to his high elf brethren; when he sat on the stool his feet dangled several inches above the floor. Everything about him stood in contrast with the taller and paler folk around him. Their hair was always long, flowing, and a radiant color of either blonde or platinum. Crystal blue eyes highlighted their sleek features. Where Meian's hands were calloused and rough, the high elves managed to keep theirs dainty and soft, even among the farmers. “Is the Queen well? How has the Kingdom been faring?"

He was met with silence. The elves sipped their brew idly before the barkeeper spoke. “A blight's come and tarnished us," he said grimly. “Her Majesty's tried every magic we've got to smite it, and it still chokes our fields. Ain't an evil thing this Kingdom's done to the spirits and still they leave us on the branch to wither." He scoffed. “Winter's coming. Don't know how well we'll do if we do at all."

Sullen nods of agreement all around. [i]A blight,[/i] Meian thought. It explained the lifeless fields. “And what has Her Majesty done exactly?"

The barkeeper shrugged. “Damned if I know. It's her mages who do the heavy work of finding and killing such evil. With how well they're doing now I wonder what the hell the Queen's paying them for."

“'Evil'," Meian repeated. “When you say that, what do you mean?"

“Evil," the barkeeper repeated once more. “A spirit, or a curse. Some kind of sickness Mother Earth's gone and caught. Pray she coughs it up before we feel the scorch of another dust storm. It's all gone and turned the air scratchy. One's fit to cough a lung out in the middle of one of them."

[i]I think our definition of 'blight' is rather different,[/i] Meian thought. “Thank you," he said. His mind wandered to his pack which was in the room he'd purchased for the night. “I hope someone finds and answer for your woes."

“Aye," said the barkeeper. “So do we."

Meian continued his march into the Kingdom, now firmly in the direction of the capital. He'd intended on skirting it initially, always focusing on the rural portions of the land where he could be more in tune with nature. Now that very nature needed saving, and to do so he needed an audience with Her Majesty's magicians. More of the Kingdom's decay came to light as he came upon the Capitol, its grandiloquent veneer stripped of the greenery which had once flattered it. It exposed the inner tarnish of what was mostly a gilded society, that which suffered greatly in even the most minor of dire times.

Meian prepared to be rebuked when he approached the magicians to offer his help. He didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned that they were desperate for a solution enough to get help from anyone, even a dirty wood elf. First thing first, Meian said he needed a sample of every crop that had died off from the blight and a place to conduct some research. The high elves were happy to comply, ready to provide a blank check if it meant surviving the coming winter.

Meian made good on what was given to him. Everything he needed was in his sack. Just like people, plants got sick too and needed doctors. Blights- as in fungal diseases, not some incorporeal concept such as evil or wicked spirits -could be devastating, but there were ways to combat them. All Meian needed to do was identify the strain, concoct a fungicide, and teach the high elves how to mass produce and then implement it.

It didn't take long. Three nights spent alone in his room and Meian produced a vial which killed the blight and preserved the plants. He bolted through the streets, fist clenched around the vial above his head, his long, reddish-brown hair whipping about his pointy elf ears. A brightness sparkled in his eyes. The answer was in his hand, just a small tube of glass with a cork in it. It would save thousands. The secret to manufacturing the fungicide was spread rapidly across every corner in the Kingdom. Farmers learned to spray the diluted fluid onto their crops and watch as the so-called 'evil' vanished from the countryside.

Meian, the lowly wood elf, was a nationwide hero. He remained humble, asserting that anyone else could've done the same; it was just dumb luck that it happened to be him who stumbled into the Kingdom during its darkest hour. He couldn't deny the joy in becoming something of a celebrity, though the true reward for his efforts was seeing the color return to the fields and the flora which swaddled the city streets. The Kingdom's safety and survival assured, he could've left a satisfied man.

Then Queen Vallia requested an audience with him, and all thoughts of leaving vanished. It would've been the utmost disrespect if he declined, made apparent by how dramatically the high elves described how disappointed she would be. “She desires to meet the man who saved her Kingdom," explained a messenger. “She wishes to reward you the best way she can as well as offer you a deal." What that deal was, the messenger said he didn't know.

Whether Meian would say yes or no, he was going to have to tell it to the Queen's face on the night of an exorbitant banquet in Meian's honor. It was a lot to swallow all at once. He didn't even know what the Queen looked like, having only the descriptions given by her subjects to go off of. Virtually everyone described how beautiful she was, and while Meian didn't doubt she was a fair woman, he didn't think Her Majesty was quite the apotheosis of feminine beauty everyone made her out to be.

He would find out that night. After a forced visit with the tailor and a not-so-subtle hint that he should take a bath, Meian was somewhat presentable. He came to the palace in a white toga made of the finest silk. The bath he took washed out most of the grease in his hair, bringing it down around his head in a drizzle of red locks. Approaching the Royal Palace, he felt incredibly small within the glow of its epic marble façade. It was at dusk, when the torches behind the palace's many broad columns cast long shadows across the front lawn. A gaggle of high elves walked alongside him, reminding him how excited he should be to meet the Queen. He put on a brave face which belied the anxiety clotting his gut. [i]Forget if the Queen lives up to her reputation or not. It's me who ought to worry.[/i]

He was led into the chandelier-lit foyer and marched to the throne room. His nerves were at their most frayed while walking towards the huge chamber doors. They were opened to the sound of the hinges creaking loudly, and the throne room materialized in front of him. It was nigh as deep as the hall he'd just walked through. Running down the floor was a red satin carpet. Her Majesty sat atop something that better resembled a pedestal than a throne. Choking the marble structure were hundreds of wooden vines which curled and webbed in every which direction, spilling to the floor and crawling outwards. More of it climbed the walls around her, going all the way to the ceiling and meandering about just as randomly.

The Queen sat sideways amongst the foliage, propped up on her right arm. The silk dress she wore was draped across her lower body like a blanket, massive enough to spill down the front of the throne like a curtain. It outlined the boisterous shape of her thighs and hips where she kept one dainty hand draped. The straps of her dress started well below the swell of her bosom, forming an X shape over her collar and looping around the back of her neck where they were tied together into a bow. Very little of those titanic breasts were covered. The thin, airy silk left the silhouette of her nipples for Meian to see, the teats all but poking through the translucent fabric.

Such a curvaceous display made it hard to focus on the woman herself. He could read her smile from across the throne room, one humming with curiosity towards the little man wandering into her domain. A complexion so fair that it glowed made the dark contours of her eyes seem all the sharper. Beneath a petite button nose were soft pink lips. Meian felt guilty for noticing how they were the same color as her nipples. It was a face resolute in its expression like it had been carved from stone, but still more than capable of portraying emotions, be it with a coy smirk or a subtle tilt of the head. Framing it was a gold headpiece which circumnavigated her crown and fell down the flanks of her temple, just short of the cheekbones. Just as lustrous was the platinum hair she had tied up inside of it.

No, her subjects' descriptions of her beauty were not exaggerated. Indeed, Meian thought they fell short. Nobody described how big of a woman she was, even by high elf standards. He had trouble keeping his eyes on hers with how stacked she was below. Blushing, he kept his gaze locked on that elaborate headpiece she wore, though he could not prevent the occasional glance at her cleavage. [i]You could smuggle a person in there.[/i] He came to a stop at the foot of the throne where the vines were. He looked around at the other elves and saw them bowing their heads. He quickly did the same, hoping it wasn't too shallow or too deep.

“Your Majesty," said one of his escorts. “This is the druid you requested to speak with. This man conjured the potion which exorcised the blight from our fields." Meian, head still bowed, glanced back up at her with his eyes. Her smile had changed into something more inviting.

“So he is," said Queen Vallia, her accent sounding as regal as she looked. “Why, I've never had the company of a wood elf in this palace. I suppose this is the best possible occasion for that, don't you think?"

Meian realized she was talking to him. “Ah, yes ma'am. Er, Your Majesty, Queen." He could hear the anticipation in his tone, as did she.

“Well, if I had known you druids were capable of such miracles, I would've invited more of you here a long time ago. Please, stand up. Let me look at you." Meian, who was still bowing, shot to attention. He saw those cerulean eyes glide up and down in her sockets. What she thought of him remained absent once she locked eyes with him again. Was she impressed? Did Meian confirm any prejudices she had about wood elves? He didn't think she would outright tell him, but she could have at least given him something besides that coy smile. “Are you hungry?" she asked suddenly.

“Oh, um… Yes, Your Majesty."

“Good. We've got quite the feast prepared in your honor. I reckon it'll be the most you've ever had given your lifestyle." She sat up from the pedestal and lowered herself to the floor. The bell of her dress was dragged across the vines as she took a few steps closer. Meian got a proper measure of her size. [i]My head doesn't come to her shoulders. She's a giant, even for a high elf.[/i] He'd never felt smaller. A heated blush colored his face when he noticed how if he just walked forward his face would have vanished into her cleavage. If she noticed him staring into her breasts, she didn't seem to mind. “I hope our cuisine has been agreeable to your palate," she said.

He had to jerk his sight from her chest to meet hers. “Oh yes! It has been."

“Splendid. Please, follow me to the dining hall." The Queen sauntered past him, her entourage of subordinates flocking behind the train of her dress like pilot fish. Meian followed closely, noticing the broad canvas of muscular back which her dress left exposed. More eye-catching than that was the rotundity of her ass, that which jiggled visibly with the pump of her legs. The silk was hugged to its shape, sinking ever so slightly into the crack and failing to fully conceal the pale white color of her skin. He took a moment to look around at the other elves, both to distract himself from such an ostentatious wagon and to see if anyone else was wearing something so see-through. Nope. Only the Queen. Meian wasn't complaining. When you had that much, you might as well show it off.

Her Majesty regaled Meian with the history of her Kingdom and the palace they walked through. From her family's first claim of the land to the most recent crisis, she covered a long span of time in just their walk to the dining hall. Meian listened as best he could, though much of the lesson was spent nodding and saying “I see". [i]I hope falling asleep at the dinner table isn't disrespectful if the conversation goes on like this.[/i] They group gathered in the dining hall where a long mahogany table was stretched with about a dozen or so seats around it. The chair at the head of the table was particularly massive, featuring plush, burgundy cushions and elaborately carved wood. It wasn't a mystery who would be sitting there.

When the Queen approached the chair two other elves sprinted ahead and pulled it out for her. The sudden movement startled Meian, but the Queen didn't react. She turned and sat her well-fed bottom down like the chair had been there the entire time. The two servants pushed the seat back in for her then hustled away. She smiled at Meian and patted the space to her right. “Please, have a seat."

“Yes ma'am." Just as Meian approached the chair the same two servants darted in and pulled it out for him too. He was not as smooth as she had been, jolting a little when the legs screeched across the marble floor. “Um, thanks." He took his seat then felt himself being shoved into the backrest when the two servants pushed. Like almost every other chair in that Kingdom, it was too tall for him. His bare toes barely touched the floor. The top of the table was up to his chest, making him look all the punier in the Queen's presence. Everyone else took a seat, albeit without the help of two servants.

Dinner was served immediately after. Like every high-elvish meal, it was purely vegan, featuring no animal products other than chicken eggs. In the past few weeks Meian had learned to love beetroot stews, elvish bread, courgette curries, mushroom pies and lettuce, lots and lots of lettuce. All of that and more was served in a lavish display of culinary excellence. It was hard to believe the Kingdom had just suffered the threat of famine. While the average wood elf's diet was mostly what they could forage from Mother Nature, it did include fish and some venison. Meian appreciated everything he ate but could never quite shake the craving for a fat, juicy deer steak.

No matter his appetite, he went at his meal with the same quiet reserve the other elves did. There wasn't much conversation unless the constant [i]tink[/i] and scrape of silverware counted as chatter. Between bites he would look around the table, wondering if anyone would say anything just to start a conversation. Quite frankly, the silence was suffocating. While druids didn't have banquets quite like these, they did have bonfires. Those were always wild and lively. This simply wasn't. He would share glances with the Queen. Per her usual demeanor, she would just smile before returning to her meal. [i]Would it be rude to say something? Are meals supposed to be this dreadfully boring?[/i] He thought the history lesson earlier would've put him to sleep. Now he prayed for it just to fill the void.

Then, suddenly, a miracle. “So, Meian, I've been meaning to ask you something." It was the Queen. She had her head turned towards him. Her knife and fork were down on the table.

It frightened the hell out of Meian, who instantly sat upright in his chair. “Yes, Your Majesty?"

“How exactly did you conjure that potion to help rid the blight?"

He let out a relieved sigh and smiled. “Oh, well, the blight that was afflicting the fields, it was one I'd encountered before."

Surprised reactions around the table. “You'd encountered this evil before?" asked one gentleman from across the table.

Meian was reminded how these were superstitious folk, those who relied on magic more than science. “Ah, yes. I carried the tools to ward it off in my pack. It's what I shared with your mages to help manufacture the antif- Er, the potion."

“Will you tell us what it's made out of?" asked the Queen.

“Oh, well I can, but…" [i]Half the names of those ingredients are all super long and unpronounceable. I couldn't recite half of them if my life depended on it[/i]. “It's an awfully long process. I couldn't hope to divulge it here, lest I bore the lot of you."

“My mages say what you taught them was alchemy they'd never encountered before," said the Queen. “Did you learn it yourself?"

“No. I was taught from a young age. Nearly every wood elf is, at least where I'm from."

“I see. I was told you were awfully modest about your accomplishment."

Meian shrugged. “It was just dumb luck that I happened to wander into your Kingdom. Any other person with my knowledge would've done the same." He nearly pointed out that if any high elf living in the Kingdom had his expertise then the crisis would've been solved much sooner. Considering they might've taken that as an insult, he didn't.

“I see. I think this Kingdom could use the help of some wood elves," the Queen said in a suggestive tone.

It struck Meian as odd. He felt some heavy implication behind what she said, but exactly what it was he didn't know. [i]Is she suggesting I stay here? Am I supposed to invite more of my kind here? The Queen had asked him over to come to a deal. Did that have something to do with it?[/i] He decided to play it off stupid. “Well, this is certainly a very nice Kingdom you have here. I'll be sure to sing its praises when I'm off. Perhaps someone else of my kind will migrate here."

Her Majesty narrowed her eyes. “Yes, perhaps." She lifted one of her hands and made a 'come here' gesture with two of her fingers. The two servants who had helped pull out her chair earlier came running up and repeated their function. The Queen stood up. “Meian, if you'd please, follow me. I'd like to talk some more in private."

He gawked up at her, feeling draped in the shadow of her bosom. He could see the underslopes of her tits, a great distraction from what had turned into a stern expression. Heart on the brink of palpitating, Meian nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty." With the two servants still holding the Queen's chair out for her, he had to push it and get out himself. The Queen twirled away from the table and began marching towards the hallway. Meian came running after, his meal left on the plate unfinished.

The pair entered the hallway together. It felt incredibly empty without the other dozen or so high elves who were probably wondering what the Queen wanted with Meian. Then he remembered that the messenger had known she wanted to strike a deal with him. No doubt the people in the other room knew too. Meian gulped and walked at a brisk pace alongside the Queen, his short legs moving fast to keep up with her much longer strides.

“I apologize if I took you away from your meal," she said suddenly. “But I've been aching to speak with you more intimately ever since I first heard about you. I couldn't last another second, not at the table."

“Oh, it's nothing, Your Majesty. I've quite-"

“Vallia."

He looked up at her. “Ma'am?"

“Vallia. My name is Vallia. Call me that, please."

“R-right, Your- Ah, Vallia."

Her smile returned. “You know, this blight was the first real crises of my reign. Centuries of rule without any real tests to my leadership made me complacent. Not me or any of my people knew what to do."

[i]You high elves have it too easy, then[/i]. “It must have been frightening."

“It was. I was very prepared to evacuate the Kingdom and find new hopes elsewhere, though wherever we may have found was unlikely to be as hospitable, be it because of the land or the people, or both."

“Of course."

“That we're still here and have food on our plates is nothing short of a miracle. What you did here will be a tale told to many generations to come."

Meian gulped. “That's… a lot."

“But not nearly what I believe is owed."

Meian shook his head. He spoke hesitantly. “Vallia… If I may…"

“You may."

“Right. Your tokens of gratitude are dearly appreciated, truly they are, but they aren't necessary. It was simply a case of right place at the right time."

“Often its circumstance that forges the greatest heroes. You said any other wood elf would have done the same."

“Aye."

“And that you wood elves have knowledge of such arts?"

Perhaps not all of them, but Meian wasn't about to split hairs. “Yes."

Vallia nodded. “Yes, I could use that in my Kingdom indeed. Come. My chambers are not far."

Meian's throat tightened. [i]Her chambers?[/i] The rest of the walk there was silent, no words being shared between the two of them. At the double doors leading into her bedroom were two more servants waiting for her arrival. They opened it for them, and Meian was greeted by the Queen's bed. Like her throne, it sat on the far end of the room like a giant pedestal, its cloudy white sheets resembling the marble which made up the palace. A canopy towered over it, supported by columns made of thick, twisted vines. More of them were stretched across the wall right behind the bed in a shockwave pattern.

The two of them stepped inside and the servants closed the doors behind them. “You've been told about a deal I wish to make with you already," Vallia said.

“That's right," Meian said with a small nod.

“But not what it entails."

“No ma'am."

She nodded. “Hmm, that's good." She put her hands on the sides of the headpiece she wore and lifted it from her crown. Out spilled an avalanche of white gold locks, a sprawling curtain of softness which bobbed around her upper back. The moment she took it off one of the servants came over with a small burgundy pillow. Vallia put the headpiece on it and the servant took it away. Now that she met eyes with Meian her features suddenly seemed more expressive as if the headpiece had siphoned the emotions out of her to maintain a Queenly stoicism. More than that, she looked even more beautiful, all but snatching the heart out of Meian's chest. She saw his gobsmacked look and grinned. “It's nothing you'd dislike or regret, I can assure you that."

He had to blink a few times to get his mind right. “Uh- of course. I didn't- Ahem. I didn't think it would have been."

Her eyes traveled him again, lingering for some amount of time on his lap. “You've seemed nervous for this entire visit. I don't mean to intimidate you. The prosperity of a city and its palace isn't quite what you're used to, is it?"

Meian wasn't quite sure he liked what she was implying, though she wasn't wrong. “It's not, much like the wilderness isn't much what you're used to either."

Fortunately, that got a chuckle out of her. “Certainly not. You druids have proved a blessing to my Kingdom, something it needs to possess for any future crises."

Meian thought he knew where this was going. “Vallia, this place is a splendid one, full of the most spectacular sights and people, but it's not one where I can stay. My home is the wilderness, Mother Nature's abode. It is not like my kind to spend a lifetime within the trappings of luxury."

She met his rejection softly. “And I wouldn't have it any other way. You're a child of nature. To rip you from Mother Nature's bosom would be a terrible injustice I could not forgive myself for. I don't require you to stay here a day longer than you ever want to."

Meian felt his stomach twist. [i]Well, that's embarrassing[/i]. “Well, thank you. I'm happy you understand. What is it you need of me?"

“Meian," Vallia said. “Will you sire my children?"

The words she spoke were perfectly coherent. Meian understood them individually as well as the sentence they formed. By no means was what she said gibberish, and yet Meian's mind quite simply failed to register. “Will I…" he started before breaking into a long pause. “Will I… sire…?" Another word he could define and yet it proved to be the most destructive to his comprehension.

“My children," Vallia finished for him. “You heard me correctly."

“Oh." All of the sudden his mouth was dry. His heart was in a furor and his eyes started blinking. “Do you..? How do you want me to do that?"

“Well, fucking me is a start, don't you think? Or is that something outside your wits?"

The word “fucking" hit him like a flashbang. “N-no. I'm… perfectly aware, just… inexperienced."

Vallia cocked an eyebrow. “A virgin, are we?"

Meian blushed. “Aye."

That pleased Her Majesty. “Well, it would be my greatest pleasure to change that, if you'd like."

“It- it would be mine too, just…" He paused. The Queen stayed quiet, patient for whatever it was he had to say. “Apologies if being a father isn't something I feel at all prepared for."

“Is there a cock between your legs?"

His blush deepened. “M-ma'am?"

“I asked you, is there a cock between your legs?"

“Ahh… Yes, there is."

“Then I think you're more than prepared to be a father. I'm not asking you to stay and raise them. I have myself and the help of many elves ready to guide them into adulthood. Half of their blood will be druid, but they will be firmly ensconced in high-elvish customs. What you lend to them will be your magic, something you know my Kingdom sorely needs."

[i]But it's not magic[/i], Meian nearly said. [i]Everything I know was taught, not gifted.[/i] He didn't have the heart to explain that to her. Even if he did, it wasn't guaranteed that she would understand. His conscience teetered on the ridge between two chasms: tell the Queen that her half-blood children would be no different from any other raised in her Kingdom or accept and have his innocence taken by the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. A decision that would've seemed easy to most men, it tore at him like a true moral quandary.

Vallia sensed his hesitation. “The decision is yours," she reminded him. “But so long as you're living here my bed will be open to you. Consider it a favor to clear any debt between us, as well as one last show of gratitude on our part."

Meian's head was hung as he thought about. His lips were tight together. He gulped and said, “Alright. I'll have to think about it, Vallia."

The Queen nodded. “Please do." Then she reached behind her neck and untied the straps of her dress. They slid down her collar and floated down in front of her bosom, exposing the rest of what little it had covered. Out were those enormous hemispheres of womanly flesh, their alabaster slopes and broad rosy caps all but blinding Meian. The dress slowly drifted down the rest of her, stopping for a moment around the swell of her hips before flattening on the floor around her feet. At once Meian's eyes went wide and began bouncing up and down. Those gargantuan thighs and their expertly barreled shape captured him as completely as her breasts had. They wove into each other at a faint slant, meeting where her womb formed a chalice. Her slit peeked out at him beneath a perfectly smooth pubis. Beneath her head there wasn't a single strand of hair, leaving every facet of her impossibly fair skin to gleam in the torch light. Meian's physical reaction was visceral. The shade of red that colored his cheeks consumed the rest of his face. A small gasp stuttered into his lungs. He felt a throb down below. If he was on the precipice of a decision before, this is what threw him off.

The Queen took pleasure in his reaction. “If you'll excuse me, Meian, I think I'll retire to my bed. You're more than welcome to do the same." Then she twirled towards her bed, that curtain of hair swaying and then coming to rest as she marched away. A paralyzed Meian stood there and watched as that Jovian set of haunches grinded against one another. Vallia climbed onto her mattress and parted the silk curtains where she disappeared. With the Queen out of sight, Meian could blink and gather himself. He jogged over to the bed at a speed just short of sprinting then practically leapt through the curtains. He blew through them, landing on his knees and bouncing. Vallia was lying on her side, that mountain of hip draped in one arm, the other propping up her head. That was a position of a woman who knew she wouldn't be sleeping alone. “You seem to have made up your mind~" she purred.

Meian grinned stupidly. “Something must have convinced me."

“Hmmm, I wonder what." Her gaze shifted to his loins. “You know, I don't think that toga will be very necessary. Won't you take it off?"

Meian felt like he was going to faint. “Yes ma'am." He grabbed the straps of the toga and pulled them up and over his head, lifting the curtain on his nudity. It presented a supremely athletic frame replete with carved muscle and vascular skin. His abdomen was a brick wall, each block of muscle perfectly divided from its neighbors. Above that were thin, perfectly set pecs. With every movement of his arms came a visible twinge of sinew and tendon. His thighs demonstrated speed and agility through a series of tautly wound ropes to which his dark olive skin was held tight like shrink wrap. The whole of Meian's body exuded a life crafted by the wilderness.

But it was that titanic sex organ which hung from his loins that captured Vallia's attention the most. She had only the briefest moment to admire his athleticism before she was inevitably drawn to that masculine obelisk. It was already at medium stiffness, stretched just an inch short of where his knees were sunken into the mattress. The skin was a shade darker than the rest of him, textured by a series of veins that wormed from hilt to head like rivers. The head was half peeked out of the foreskin, ready to aim at Her Majesty and lay siege to her womanhood. At the root of it all was a fittingly swollen man purse, its two ovoid spheres absorbing a healthy amount of space between Meian's thighs. Crowning that reproductive masterpiece was a frizzy red bush so dense that Vallia could not see the skin behind, a mighty contrast to the plain of smoothness which defined her pelvis.

That stoic smile vanished and her eyes went round. There wasn't some wood elf in her bed anymore, a novelty she could find amusement in, a mere tool to impregnate herself with so she could ensure the future safety of her Kingdom. No, this was someone she was going to have a lot of fun with. And he was a virgin, making her an even luckier woman than she thought. That smile of hers returned, now in a much sultrier iteration. “My, my. It looks like your talents in potion making aren't the only thing you've brought me."

Meian, ignorant of his cock's magnitude, raised an eyebrow. “Ma'am?"

“Tell me, are all druids as big as you?" She couldn't take her eyes off it. The hand lying on her hip slid down to the bed in an unconscious effort to grab him.

[i]As big as I am?[/i] He thought about the stature of his fellow druids. He wasn't a particularly tall one, at least not by the average. Nor was he short. It was obvious just from kneeling in front of Her Majesty that there was a remarkable deficit in size between the two races. While pondering height it never occurred to him that's not what Vallia meant at all. “I think your average druid is my size, give or take. There are just as many smaller as there are bigger."

“Bigger?" she said, then gave a small hoot. “Woof. I'd love to meet them, though I'm very happy with what you're presenting."

“Oh, well I'm glad." His gaze fell into her bosom. “And I'm very happy with what you're presenting."

“Oh?" The Queen got up and sat sideways, making her tits swing in front of her chest. They bounced off one another and continued to move even as she sat still. “I've seen you looking at me all night. You're not very good at hiding it, you know."

He hung his head humbly. “My apologies."

“Oh, there's no need. I wore that dress with the full intent of garnering your attention."

[i]I thought it was oddly revealing compared to everyone else's[/i]. “Well, it certainly worked."

“Hmm, good." The Queen sat the rest of the way up, crossed her legs and held her bosom out at him. She opened her arms invitingly. “Come here. Let me touch you."

An involuntary throb of Meian's floor muscle made his cock bounce. He didn't have a chance to say “Yes ma'am" before he was propelling himself towards her in a move just short of a pounce. He knelt just in front of her, swinging that pendulous organ around while his heart worked overtime to get it hard. He had to kneel up straight to be eye level with her. It was the closest he'd ever been to her, the most minor details of her visage standing out to him at the utmost clarity. She leaned towards him, took him by the arms, and pulled him in for a kiss. His vision was eclipsed by her face as it fell into her shadow. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. Those fabulously plush lips closed around his, locking him in a gentle smooch. The fleshy taste of her mouth flooded his own, making his throat tighten. He had to hold onto her by the arms, the same way she held him. His lips pinched hers tightly, unsure of what to do besides hold on for dear life. A sensual purr hummed through Her Majesty's nose before she peeled her mouth from him and returned for another kiss.

Meian started to relax, the gentle brush of her lips and the heat of her breath acting as a balm. He loosened the seal of his lips and submitted to her smooches. Vallia took advantage by pressing her face into him so deeply that the summit of her breasts flattened against his chest. His hands traveled the rest of the way up her arms, coming to her shoulders and then slithering down the outer slopes of her tits. Just the gossamer whisper of her skin against his palm sent gooseprickles across his body. He cupped their undersides and felt their full immensity on his hands and forearms. They plummeted back into their natural positions when he brought his hands to their frontside where he felt the rough tickle of her nipples on his palms. The Queen expressed her appreciation with a brief sigh after parting lips with him. Once she resumed kissing him, he started massaging her breasts, rolling them in idiosyncratic orbits with his splayed hands sunken up to the wrists into her dough.

Meian let out a needy murr into her mouth. She was so incredibly warm and soft. He could feel his erection raging out of his lap just inches below where he was fondling her tits. Her tender kisses were heavenly but couldn't satiate his growing need to touch her. Vallia wasn't going to neglect him. She leaned into him again and slithered her arms around his wiry frame to pull him into her lap. His eyes opened for a moment as he felt himself being lifted so easily. His bum came to rest on her pillowy thighs while his legs straddled her. A gasp sucked into him when his penis brushed her tummy. Her Majesty held him tightly, his chest and collar vanishing against the motherly press of her bosom. Their mouths reunited openly, her tongue dashing itself upon his. Shivering, he returned the favor, meekly orbiting it in sync with her more assertive writhes and lashes.

“Mmmmmm~" purred the Queen. The heat of his cock against her belly radiated through her core, lending temperature to her own simmering arousal. He was so small in her grasp and yet she could feel the power in his every dense fiber. His cock muscle would throb angrily, demanding acquaintance with her womanhood. He humped against her ever so slightly, his heavy breaths intermingling with hers as he huffed into her mouth. She didn't know if it was on purpose or not, but it was awfully cute. She pried her tongue from his, a thin strand of spit bridging them before it snapped and dangled from their parted mouths. Meian shivered where he sat, mouth agape, eyes closed, still processing the overload of sensations and emotions. Vallia licked her lips and cooed. “Are you ready to fuck me, darling?"

Meian's eyes creaked open to find the beautiful woman just inches away from his face, closer than he expected somehow. He realized he was shaking and how firmly his pecker was pressed into her trunk. After gathering himself with a few breaths, he stammered, “Y-yes ma'am. God, I… You're so beautiful. You're a goddess."

The Queen blushed bashfully. “Such kind words from a dashing man like yourself. It'll be my utmost pleasure to be your first lover."

Meian gulped and cracked a stupid smile. “And I'm honored that it's you."

“Then why don't you show me how honored you feel?" Vallia unraveled her arms from him and laid back. Her breasts fell apart from one another, leaving a massive valley in between. “Slide back and christen yourself on me. I'm dying to feel that massive thing you've got." That thing she referred to was pointing ahead of him like a bowsprit, leaking a single glassy tear from the head which was free of the foreskin. His balls rested on the lower part of her tummy, aching to let loose the load it had churned up for her.

“Y-yes ma'am." Meian hustled backwards off her lap until he was kneeling between her legs. His cock bounced and wagged along the way, briefly hovering above her cunt and making her gasp on reflex. She could appreciate his immensity now that it leered so closely to her cavity. That fat, vascular shaft painted a sharp contrast between her pale thighs with its dark complexion, so dark it was close to black. Meian gazed into her flower, marveling at the minor intricacies of her slit and the plump girl lips which flanked it. [i]It's much lower than I thought.[/i] He grabbed his pecker with one hand and stabilized himself on her thigh with the other. Careful aim brought his cockhead to her cavity, gently squishing the flesh and making the Queen swoon.

“Ohh~" Pleasure blossomed up her core, making her toes curl. She watched through the gap in her tits as that impossible cock breadth laid pressure but did not yet break through. There was hesitation on his face, like he feared hurting. She didn't blame him, not with that beast of a phallus ready to tear her in half. Her own trepidation kept her jaw tight and her breath deep. The tension was killing them both. He wasn't going to fuck her at this rate. She calmly laid a hand on his shaft, right in front of his hand. “It's alright. Push. I want you inside me."

That much he could tell given the moisture which glistened around her crotch. Her tender grasp electrified him into action. “Y-yeah. Sorry."

“Don't apologize. Just fuck me."

“R-right." He pushed his hips with a clench of his glutes. The head of his cock and her pussy lips both compacted before she finally gaped to his girth and swallowed the head. They gasped in unison. A single word passed between their minds: tight. Meian saw the flesh of her cunt sink into his shaft. White-hot, unforgiving, it blessed him with a shockwave of delight which sent his hamstrings into a quake. “Huhhh! Huhhh! Oh God. I… Huhhh."

Her Majesty wasn't handling it much better, her expression gaped by the erotic O shape of her mouth. Her head swooned backwards, throwing her hair into a golden corona across the bed sheet. “[i]Ohhh! Ohhh… Huhhh… Meian, darling. Mmmmmm~[/i]" One hand went to the upper corner of her cunt, just to feel his density ensconced there. Only the head was inside and yet she felt like he'd penetrated her to the womb. That blissful stretching sensation was spread across the whole of her loins, so intense that every other feeling was dull by comparison. “[i]Yes. Yes. Ohhh… Deeper. Please. Huhhh…[/i]"

It felt like he was already as deep as he could go, but her command and a core instinct to breed drove him to obey. His hips pushed forward, burying more of his fuck stick into her audibly squelching cunt. They both voiced their approval, sharp inhales stuttering into Meian as he watched with amazement how his penis simply disappeared. The hand that was holding it hooked around the underside of her thigh to pull on her. “[i]Uhh… Ahh… Huhhh…[/i]" A scalding bliss milked him for every inch. The many quivers that rumbled through her core resonated through him, generating a few of his own. He was already on the brink of orgasm, but he didn't stop, not until he was buried to the hilt with his crotch fur tickling her pelvis.

Vallia's head arched back with a dramatic swoon. Her bosom lifted in the air when her torso bent. “[i]Ohhhhhhhhh~! Yes! Hmmmm… Meian. Oh God…[/i]"

The sight and sound of her squirming on him had him stuck as if any unnecessary movement would rob them of the moment. Just sitting there deep in her pussy was nice, but it wasn't going to satisfy Her Majesty. Meian retracted his pole for just a couple inches before delivering a timid thrust. He did so again, then a third time, and that was it. “[i]Heeeyuuuhhh~~~!!![/i]" His head threw back with that agonized yowl. His taut buttocks bucked and jerked as his orgasm blew out of him pump by pump, set forth by his bulging cock muscle. His pleasure had skyrocketed into something crippling, those proud muscles in his legs turning into nothing but twitchy rubber.

Vallia expected as much. Far from disappointed, she accepted his seed with a graceful moan and a smile. Her legs coiled around his lower back, holding him in place for the duration of his climax. Beneath that doughy layer of leg fluff were enormous muscles ready to ensure her proper insemination. Even if she'd left him unwrapped, he wouldn't have gone anywhere. How strongly he pumped his load matched his athleticism, each spurt striking her gates with a force like he was fucking her. The swell of his cock head was another great boon to her pleasure alongside the way his cute little face contorted just above her breasts. Once the last rope was spent, he slowly collapsed atop her, his head falling straight into her cleavage where he panted hard and whimpered softly. Vallia massaged the back of his head and sifted her fingers through his hair. “Mmmm, exquisite. So good~"

The physical pleasure started to fade, but not the anvil of emotions which crushed his heart. With a sharp cadence of breath just short of hyperventilating he pulled his head up from her chest and looked up at her with teary eyes. “I- I- Huhhh… I'm sorry."

“Shhhhhhh, don't you dare apologize. That was everything I needed and then some. You said it was your first time. It's never as long as one hopes." She rubbed the space just above her cunny where his member was ensconced. “Mmmmm, so much. I can already feel my womb being claimed. So virile."

He quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist and sniffled. “Aye, I hope so."

“Did it feel good?"

“Did it feel good?" he parroted with a scoff. “God, my head is swimming. I feel like I'm on a cloud. You're so warm and so tight. I don't want to leave."

“Mmm, you flatter me, though I'm afraid you'll have to come out eventually."

He could feel himself growing soft inside her, letting his seed churn through the length of her cavity. “R-right." She unraveled her legs from around him so that he could kneel upright. His cock went taut as he slowly withdrew it. The shaft was shiny with her juices all the way down to the root. Out sloughed a fat tear of molten ivory which oozed down her taint, past her pink pucker, and onto the sheet just between the insides of her haunches. Such a raunchy sight made Meian's gut churn, partly out of revulsion but also amazement. [i]That's mine. I did that, and to an elf queen.[/i] It was so surreal. He wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't just happened.

Vallia's skin erupted in gooseprickles. Her nipples stiffened as that warm sex product tickled the most private sections of her skin. She looked at his penis, now down to a half chub, hung like a third limb. However sweet his first climax had been, it left her aching for more. Besides, she wanted to make sure his seed had taken root. They would have to take a few more tries, just to be safe. “I hope there's some more waiting for me in there," she said, looking at his cumtanks. “We want to be sure I'm with child, don't we?"

“Ah, yes, I think so." He held up his limp pecker and squeezed it. “It may be a few moments until I'm ready."

“That's alright. I'm a patient woman." Vallia sat up and shuffled backwards on her bum, away from him. She lay back down and turned around on her stomach, presenting those two pale mounds of blubbery softness. Her legs opened with the knees bent. Beneath the shadow of her ass crack he could see her dainty star and the half-splayed orchid just below, still gurgling his cum. With her chin resting atop her folded arms, she looked over her shoulder at him with a single sultry eye. “Until then, massage my ass. Get your cock hard on it too, while you're at it."

All that ass would've been intimidating were he not drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He sprung towards her on his knees and knelt before her altar, hands at the ready. Such a bounty of supple bottom provided ample avenues of approach. To simply sink his hands into their gelatinous curves seemed too uncouth. Instead, he started from the mid thighs, his hands whispering up her skin until they swung up the bottom part of her cheeks. They lifted towards her back and squeezed together, hundreds of dimples sinking into the surface. His hands kept moving, covering more her ample behind until he'd introduced himself to every part. The way they parted, wobbled, and jiggled to his direction was mesmerizing. He spread them apart from each other so that the flesh of her pucker stretched. When he let go, they came back together in a cataclysmic clap, that which made the whole of her ass and thighs jostle for a few seconds. The very moment they went still he resumed his antics, honking and caressing her to his heart's delight.

Vallia could practically see the goofy look on his face. She'd laid her head on her folded arms and closed her eyes, enjoying the calloused scrape of his hands across her bum. There was a pause when she felt his face sink into her left haunch to deliver the tiniest kiss, making her giggle. “Having fun back there?" she asked.

Meian shoved his whole face into that enormous pillow. It vanished to the ears, smothered in a puddle of exquisite softness which he obliged to smooch. His hands hadn't left her backside. They were still at work rubbing and pinching so that he could feel the blubbery waves beat against his face. It urged his mouth open to perform a gentle bite and gnaw on her ass. He let out a merry groan. “[i]Nnnnnnnnn~[/i]"

A gasp and another giggle from Vallia. “You really are enjoying yourself. I'm glad." She felt his face come off her butt. She expected him to resume massaging her, but instead she got an open-palmed slap across the cheek. [i]Smack![/i] “[i]Ahh![/i]"

Meian wasn't thinking when he did it. Maybe it was a lack of oxygen from stuffing his face or the rapid onset of arousal which was breathing life into his cock. Either way, he had drawn his hand back and given her a nice spank, crashing her haunch into its twin while the surrounding flesh jiggled for several seconds. Only after he'd done it did he realize the potential gravity of his mistake. He was just ready to stumble out an apology when he heard her humming.

“Mmmmm, do that again." Relief swept through Meian. He cocked his arm back and knifed through the air again, landing a smack right where he had last time. [i]Smack![/i] More jiggles. “[i]Ngnnnnn… Again.[/i]" [i]Smack![/i] “[i]Hahhh… More.[/i]" [i]Smack! Smack! Smack![/i] In just those few strikes Meian could see a hand-shaped welt forming on that side of her bum. His final spank landed in a claw shape so that he could grab a handful of her ass and give it a good shake. Her Majesty growled through her teeth. “[i]Hrrrnnnghhh…[/i] Yes. Oh, I love that." She peered back at him over her shoulder. “Looks like you're ready now."

Meian looked down and saw his penis standing at the ready. In all the excitement he'd failed to notice the small ache of fatigue which bit at his cock muscle. “Aye, it looks like I am."

Her Majesty grinned and got up on her fours. That leviathan wagon hovered in front of him with an impossibly long crease starting at the top of her ass and coming all the way down between those oak trunks which made her thighs. A long, milky spindle of cum threaded her girl crease to the mattress. Her fingers appeared from between her thighs and rubbed it. He saw the neediest look he'd ever seen on a woman's face peering back at him. “Fuck me, Meian," Her Majesty all but whined. “Breed me and give me child."

That was hard to say 'no' to. “Yes, Your Majesty." He waddled closer on his knees but found that his penis was too low to reach into her cunt properly. Not wanting to make her move he quickly got up on his feet at a wide stance with his knees slightly bent. He jerked his member with one hand before taking aim at her quim. Their sexes reunited, and with a gentle shove he was back inside her. A joyous sigh was shared between them both. He'd already forgotten how tight she was, making him bite his lip. While holding onto her hips and maintaining his stance he pressed into her, making the journey back to her depths and swaddling himself with that blissful heat.

Vallia moaned. “[i]Ohhh! Huhhh…[/i]" She pushed back on him, flattening her haunches on his hips. She was wide enough that the outer flanks of her ass reached far outside his pelvis. Some gentle gyrations and humps grinded his cock on her most precious spots. “[i]Ohhhh… So big. Mmmmm…[/i]"

Meian stayed where he was, witnessing as that colossus of a woman danced her hips on him. “You're so fucking beautiful," he huffed in a dumbfounded tone, again having trouble believing what he was seeing even as it was happening. He put one hand on the side of her rump and traveled it up her hip and onto the small of her back. Inside were a conglomerate of muscles making her grind and clench on him.

“[i]Huhhhhh… and you're so big. Uhhhhh…[/i]"

He chuckled. “You said that already."

Her lips pouted. “[i]Mmmm… Because it's true. Huhhh…[/i]" She demonstrated for herself how massive he was, drawing herself up the length of his rod. She ended on the flare of his cock helmet, leaving that bridge of dense manflesh between them. It was glazed in her juices, each vein and texture glinting in the torchlight. She fell back on it, reabsorbing every inch and bumping into him. “[i]Hahhh~[/i]" She repeated and went into a slow, heavy cadence, her pussy squishing softly every step of the way.

Meian let out a groan. “Ahhhh, yeah. That's incredible." An avalanche of woman was upon him, moaning and quivering around his cock. She might have been content with how he was, but he wasn't about to just stand there motionless. He took the opportunity to massage her ass some more. He raked his nails down her back, eliciting another round of gooseprickles. Her hair caught his attention too, so he leaned over and sifted his fingers through it. It was magically soft, just like the rest of her. Eventually his hands came back down to her hips where he gripped her hard enough to bring her to a stop. Having such a gorgeous woman ride his pillar was nice, but it wouldn't quell the burning need to fuck. “I think it's my turn, now," he said with some level of authority.

That wasn't something Vallia was used to. She adored it. “[i]Yes. Yes. Meian, please. Huhhh… Fuck me. Breed me. Give me your children. Ohhhh…[/i]" Meian was ready to obey. He didn't spare another word before he withdrew his hips and landed the first thrust on a mighty heave. [i]Plap![/i] The miniature druid collided with the almighty high elf, her submission to his reproductive prowess signaled with a loud moan. “[i]Huhhhhh![/i]" Meian capitalized on his momentum, following that plunge with another one just as hard.

[i]Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap![/i]

“[i]Huhhhhhh! Huhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Yes![/i]" Her Majesty rebounded off his thrusts, every part of her feeling the impacts. Her bosom swayed forward and back. A thickish white cream coagaulated around the root of Meian's cock and balls. Flecks of it swung off the bottom of his orbs as they would swing out and splat against her sorely gaped pussy. This was a fucking like she'd never had before, one delivered effortlessly by a druid of all creatures. His strength and endowment led to it all, every facet of his body working in seamless coordination to drive that piston home. She could feel it reverberating through her frame, those shockwaves of flesh swimming up her curves bringing with them the immaculate joy of feeling like a woman. Her climax was on the horizon, growing brighter with frightening speed. It added pitch and volume to her moans until they were but wall-penetrating caterwauls. “[i]Yes! YES! MEIAN! HUHHH! HUHHHHHHHHHHH~!!![/i]"

Her Majesty came hard, an event announced by the sudden deterioration of her feminine wails into what was much more throaty and ruder. Her hips went into a spasmic fit of humps and jolts. The rapid vibration of her muscles rippled through her leg and ass flesh even as Meian was still pounding. Her cunt clenched on him hard, there gushing out a fat clot of creamy girl cum which smeared itself along his piston and splattered off his lap, making a further mess of the sheets and their thighs. It was a most un-Queenly reaction, but one she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. So long as that massive cock of his was fucking her she would continue to scream and gush.

That spike in her grip and the flow of molten warmth was a massive catalyst to Meian's pleasure. His face wrinkled into a scrunch. “[i]Uhhhhh! Vallia! I'm-! HUHHHHH~![/i]" He could apply just two more hearty thrusts before he grinded to a halt, those rocky glutes clenched at their tightest so that his hips were buried in the fluff of her cheeks and his manhood in the deepest portion of her womb. Everything from the waist down jittered like mad as another womb-bloating load shot out of him full force. “[i]Eeeeuuuuuggghhhh~~~!!![/i]" His balls lifted in their purse, shrinking the skin around them and spitting forth almost everything they had left. That heroic throb of his cock muscle lent into her spasms and vice versa, their euphorias feeding into each other squirt by squirt.

The Queen couldn't stop cumming. With the loss of his grip and the repeated buck of her hips she slumped forward, off his penis. She hit the mattress on her tummy, rolled to one side and quaked violently. Desperate whimpers rolled out of her as she clawed at the sheets and rocked side to side. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Ohhhhh… Fuck. Fuck. I… Huhhhh… Oh God… Huhhhhhhhhh~[/i]" She reached one hand behind her and grabbed one jiggling buttock. Within the golden fizzle of delight which bled across her loins was the pleasant ooze and gurgle of his seed. A fat tear of it sloughed from her pussy lips and joined the slick of sex product which covered her inner thighs and buttocks. Between those pouty moans were soft giggles. “[i]Hahaha... Ahhhh… Huhhh… Mmmmmm~[/i]"

Meian had fallen to his knees. He felt just as incoherent, his brain concussed by a flood of dopamine. An intense body high assisted by the sight of Her Majesty cumming her brains out made him weak. His half-drooped penis was lathered in both their orgasms, a single tear of his caught in the tip like an unspent pearl. “Hahhh… Vallia… Huhhh… I… I feel incredible."

She got a hold of herself shortly, though she remained slumped over on her side, one hand on her ass and her golden hair a catastrophe. Her eyes were closed while a radiant smile lit up her face. “Mmmmmmmmm, so do I. In all my years, I've never… Huhhh… Never so hard, and so much. Hahhh…" She rolled over onto her back lazily and rubbed her fingers over her womb where an armada of Meian's swimmies were at work giving her a child. “Mmmm, I can feel the warmth of your seed. So deep. I can practically feel your child growing inside me already."

Meian liked to think he was a humble man, but hearing her say that fattened his ego something unhealthy. “It's my honor, dear Vallia. I feel like a King when I'm inside you. I'd spend my every last drop if I were able."

She cocked an eyebrow. “Well? Can't you?"

[i]Dear Heavens, she'll be the end of me[/i]. “I would love to, but…" He put his fingers over his throat and tried gulping. “My throat is incredibly dry. Might I get myself something to drink before we resume?"

“Oh, of course. Allow me." He thought she would get up and get it for him, but instead she clapped her hands twice. Startling Meian was the sound of footsteps thundering towards him from behind followed by a servant peeling the curtains aside and peeking her head in.

“Yes, my Queen?" she asked, looking straight at the naked Meian. He realized he was between her and Vallia, thus he quickly scurried aside.

“Bring us a glass of water, please," Vallia said calmly.

“Yes, Your Majesty." And then the servant was gone.

Meian's heart was out of his chest. “Was she… Was she there the whole time?"

“Since we came into the chambers, yes," Vallia said as if nothing was wrong. She frowned. “Is everything alright?"

Meian's face went ablaze. [i]This entire time I had an audience and didn't even realize it.[/i] He gulped. “Yes ma'am. I'm fine." The servant came back just a few moments later. A blushing Meian accepted the drink she had with her while trying not to look her in the eye and keeping his fat floppy covered. He drained the brass cup in a few quick gulps before giving it back to the servant. He'd given it back so fast that much of the water was still in his cheeks. The servant left with the cup and disappeared beyond the other side of the curtain, though that didn't make Meian feel any less watched.

“Feel better?" Vallia asked.

Meian gulped and sighed. “Aye, much better."

“Well then, what are we waiting for?" Her leg came up to him and planted the foot on his chest. With just a slight shove he was on his back, forced to look up at the bed canopy. That image was eclipsed by a goddess, that promontory of chest blanketing his face in shadow. His cock was swaddled in her ass which she began to hump and grind mercilessly. She was a Queen; patience was expected of her, but she had her limits. Meian obliged to massage her tits. That added fire to his loins, though he couldn't ignore the bite of fatigue which came with every pump of blood into his member. Vallia wasted no time prying herself off him and aiming him skyward so that she could impale her quim. She was tall, but given the stature of his pole she was forced to get up on her feet and ride him by bending her knees. A difficult task given how much that orgasm had drained from her, but not impossible thanks to the dire need to make the both of them cum again.

She did exactly that, her tremendous body floating up and down his length with a grace and ease belied by her size. The endeavor was spent singing Meian's praises, each moan and sigh driven out of her by the plummets on his rod and how his hands would knead her bosom. His own kind words were shared, mostly declaring the heft of her tits and how tight her pussy was. They had another pair of climaxes between them before Meian made love to her sideways, that sequoia of a leg hugged to his torso while he fucked her hard and deep. The rest of the hour saw more positions explored, refractory periods spent rubbing and grinding, the whole of the bed turning into a swampy aftermath of their sex product.

The Queen, now well beyond the point of worrying about whether or not she was pregnant, ended her night with the druid latched to her front, cradling his head between her breasts. Meian, having spent everything he had on her, was lost between the realm of sleep and awake. The whole of his crotch was utterly soaked. His penis had shriveled back into its foreskin, lathered in a froth of its handiwork. A heavy sweat had broken across his skin, adding to the pool of fluids which moistened the sheets. He was panting softly. Everything ached, especially his overworked loins, but he found solace in the great shelf of warmth that shrouded his backside and the gentle fingers tickling his scalp.

Then he felt a tiny smooch on his forehead followed by a whisper. “Thank you, dear Meian. You can rest now. You've earned it."

Meian's open mouth formed a tiny smile before finally he drifted off to sleep, any and all debts having finally been paid.

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Her Majesty was at the throne settling the matters of her Kingdom as was her duty as Queen. The land was a peaceful one, but not without politics. Matters arose that needed settling, and when there seemed to be no right answer, it was up to the Queen to put things to rest. Land disputes, unpaid debts, family feuds, and everything else of the trivial sort managed to wriggle their way into the Kingdom. Vallia preferred to think her Kingdom was perfect. Her duties as supreme magistrate reminded her that it wasn't.

Two landowners occupied the throne room. Both had claims on a portion of farmland, an error discovered when one of them had begun razing the land for planting crops. That was put to a stop when the second landowner claimed that it was his land all along, it having belonged to his family for generations. It had, at least until landowner #1 had apparently bought that portion of it. Somewhere down the line there had been a clerical error, probably centuries ago. Buried under a literal mountain of documents, there was little hope of finding whoever had allowed something like this to occur; odds were that person was dead.

Now Her Majesty had to suffer the consequences of such a foul up by listening to these two men bicker in her presence. Listening proved difficult once she'd heard the same bit of evidence and claim being batted between them like it were a game of badminton. Harder still was maintaining a Queenly presence by sitting upright and looking directly at whoever was speaking, something that was apt to change every 10 seconds or so. The argument would grow heated, and the two men would throw away the order of rebuttal, facing each other directly and screaming. The bailiff would pound the marble floor with his staff and demand silence. That was usually a task reserved for the Queen herself, but now her hands were full.

With the tumult came a strange sound. First quiet, then louder as it crooned high above even the most vehement of shouts. The cry of two infants coming together in a most bothersome harmony. Their wails acted as a better deterrent to noise than even the bailiff's staff. The two of them were huddled to Her Majesty's bosom within a pair of sashes, a boy and a girl, twins. They remained hidden throughout the session, their olive, cherubic faces coming to light only when the Queen would pull aside the sash and hush them softly. They would fall silent shortly after, and so would the whole of the throne room, and the cycle would repeat.

“Oi, let me help you with that," called an unexpected voice from towards the back. Every head in the throne room turned to see a druid in high elf garb, marching towards the throne. He passed through like nothing was happening and ignored the many flabbergasted looks he got. Least appalled was the Queen, though she didn't seem too pleased by his presence either.

“I told you to wait elsewhere," she told the druid as he stepped through the vines which surrounded her pedestal. “This is Royal business."

“I know it is," he said at the foot of the throne. “And those are my kids you're holding, which is my business." He held his arms out and made a “give me" gesture. “Come on. Hand 'em over."

Such dismissal of the Queen's wishes was appalling to everyone who wasn't the Queen. They were shocked to see her acquiescing to the wood elf when she very carefully removed one sash from around her chest and handed it off to him like a stork. He took the infant in his hands and cradled it carefully, then took the other. Neither child made a peep as he held them in the crook of his arms. “I'll take these two somewhere else," he said in a voice just above a whisper. “You have fun in here."

The Queen couldn't help but smile at him. “I will try."

Meian smiled back, then wandered out of the throne room with the Kingdom's future in his care.

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