The story of the Elf Queen

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With a loud clang, the heavy dungeon door slammed shut, and the stone sack was plunged into total darkness. A tall, slender woman with long, straight platinum hair that reached her tailbone took a few cautious steps forward. The darkness of the chamber was absolute, but her long, sharp ears could easily distinguish the heavy breathing and sniffling of several dozen of the dungeon's inhabitants. Trying to quiet her racing heart, she took a few more steps. The waiting was unbearable. Goblins can see perfectly well in the dark, even in the absence of light. It is natural for dungeon dwellers. Their sense of smell is also excellent. They can't help but smell who has just entered their cell. So why...

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. With wild animal cries, a dozen goblins pounced on her from all sides. With a frightened cry, the girl couldn't hold on to the high heels of her shoes and collapsed on the stone floor. But she was not allowed to touch the ground. Dozens of small but strong hands picked her up, clawing at every part of her body. With a satisfied roar, the goblins dragged their weakly resisting victim into the chamber's depths, where a thin straw mattress was spread out on the floor. After laying their prey on it, the clattering pack of freaks got down to business, simultaneously shoving each other in a fight for the most favorable positions.

The dungeon dwellers were barely mid-thigh for an adult, but they were agile, surprisingly strong for their size, and quite coordinated. In a matter of seconds, a gorgeous snow-white dress of the finest silky fabric was torn to shreds. No less beautiful high-heeled shoes, upholstered in white velvet, were torn from her graceful feet. The arms and legs of the now completely naked elf immediately spread apart, stretching her in a cross, and the shrieking freaks began the main action.

The strongest and largest one, who was the leader, nestled between the elf's spread legs and entered the perfectly smooth cunt of his victim. Despite their short stature, the goblins' cocks were quite long, though relatively thin, especially when they were aroused. The leader entered at once to the full depth and, with a satisfied grunt, began to rhythmically pound the elf, not forgetting to periodically roughly twist her clit. The second strongest of the goblin gang took his place in front of the unfortunate victim's face. When she once again tried to scream, he deftly drove his cock into her throat. The sensation of warm wetness and the elf's tongue desperately trying to push the foreign object out of her mouth gave him incredible pleasure. He waited until his victim was panting, pulled his cock out, let her gasp, and then immediately drove it back in at the root.

The third strongest goblin was the elf's ass. He didn't waste time working on the victim's back door but tried to insert his cock straight into it. Which he managed to do quite quickly. Nature itself took care of the goblins, endowing the genitals of their males with a property to secrete abundant lubricant, which acted simultaneously as a weak aphrodisiac. When he penetrated the elf's ass, the freak grunted contentedly and began to move his pelvis, feeling the leader's cock through the thin partition of flesh. When he caught the rhythm, he began to move in such a way that their cocks were inside the pixie in turn. As soon as one pulled out, the other immediately reinserted it.

The other goblins, of which there were a dozen and a half in the dungeon, were not going to wait their turn and paid close attention to the rest of the elf's body. Literally not a single millimeter of her body was left without their close attention. The two freaks put their cocks in the palms of their victim's hands and squeezed them, and began to masturbate. One of the goblins, sitting on the elf's stomach, forcefully brought her rather large breasts together and began to fuck her in the hollow between them, not forgetting to lick and nibble excitedly protruding nipples. Two more of the green-skinned short men took a liking to the elf's dainty feet. After thoroughly licking each toe of their victim, they began to rub their cocks against them, holding the elf's feet by the ankles. At least three of the goblins wrapped their captive's beautiful hair around their genitals and began to masturbate frantically, delighted by the silky softness. The others were content to just rub their cocks against any available part of the elf's body.

It wasn't five minutes later that the dungeon was filled with dozens of moans of pleasure. One by one, the goblins came. In less than a minute, their victim's entire body was covered in thick goblin cum. But that was only the beginning. Quickly catching their breath, the green-skinned freaks began to switch places in an order only they could understand. For the elf, time disappeared. All that remained was darkness, dozens of hands, mouths, and cocks surrounding her. She was crushed, squeezed, stroked, bitten, licked, twisted, pinched, rubbed against, penetrated over and over again. Her first orgasm came shortly after the goblins had cum together for the first time. After that, she lost track of time and abandoned any attempt to resist, completely at the mercy of the goblins. Her consciousness, overwhelmed by the monstrous flood of pain, humiliation, and agonizing pleasure, was trying to shut down, and it was hard for the elf to hold it in.

The goblins, on the other hand, proved to be remarkably creative. They were very enthusiastic about putting their victim in various poses, especially after they realized that her body was incredibly flexible. Her legs were spread into vertical and horizontal twines, folding her body literally in half. The goblin leader especially liked to rape the elf in a position where both of her legs were thrown behind her head, and there tied at the ankles with a scrap of her dress. She did not resist in any way and only let out a long moan when another of the goblins' inventions caused her too much discomfort. This was immediately followed by their unison, disgusting laughter.

How long this crazy orgy lasted was impossible to say. An hour? Two? Three? Maybe ten? It was just that, at some point, even the insatiable goblins began to tire and lose interest in their victim. By this time, the entire body of the elf was abundantly covered with thick sweat of their semen, her belly from the semen swallowed, taken into her ass, and pussy swelled like a four-month pregnancy. Invisible in the darkness, there were hundreds of abrasions, bruises, and scratches on the elf's snow-white skin. Her beautiful hair was clumped and tangled, slick with goblin seed. Her beautiful makeup was all smeared with tears, her saliva, and a monstrous amount of the green-skinned freaks' semen. Each of them had cum on her face at least once and then diligently wiggled his cock around, smearing his seed all over it.

When the door to the cell opened, illuminating it with a streak of light, the elf was lying on a tattered mattress in a pool of goblin seed and her juices. The only goblin still interested in her continued to move his hips languidly, nestled between her spread legs. The elf dressed in white-green and gold embroidered robes entered the chamber. The aristocratic and haughty face had a faint look of squeamishness at the sight of the scene and the unbearable stench of goblins that hit his nose. A short movement of his white-gloved palm, a dozen goblins scattered to the corners of the dungeon with a squealing squeal, simultaneously bound by a paralyzing spell, except for the fact that he did not pay attention to anything, continued to fuck the elf.

After waiting a few minutes for him to cum, he snapped his fingers, and the green-skinned freak flew back to the corner where his paralyzed kin lay in a shapeless heap. For a few minutes, the elf looked at the elven woman lying on the mattress with the same coldly squeamish expression. Then he carefully, trying not to get dirty, sat down beside her. Taking off one of his gloves, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, pressing his thumb on the pea of her clit at the same time. The elfess didn't react in any way. Massaging the most sensitive point on her body and moving his fingers inside her womb, he achieved a faint moan. The goblin victim never opened her eyes. The faint squeamishness on the elf's face was joined by a distinct disgust and contempt. He looked for something to wipe his hand with, but there was nothing nearby except the scraps of the elf's dress. Finding nothing suitable, he grinned suddenly and put his fingers into the elf's open mouth. Without opening her eyes, she slowly licked and sucked on them. It was not possible to clean his hand completely, so the elf was forced to sacrifice one of his silk handkerchiefs. After that, he straightened up at attention and said loudly:

"Your Highness?"

Hearing the voice above her, the elfess moved weakly and opened her cloudy eyes.

"What, that's it?" Her voice sounded weak but firm.

"I'm afraid it is."

"Ah, how quickly time flies in pleasure," the elf sighed philosophically.

With a low groan, she managed to sit up, picked up a scrap of her dress, hastily wiped her face, and looked around the chamber with a hard look in her clear emerald eyes, stopping at the elf who had entered. He continued to stare at her with the same faint expression of cold squeamishness on his face.

"What, admiring your Queen?" She grinned.

She ran her palm across her cum-soaked and goblin-bitten breasts and brought it to her mouth, licking her fingers defiantly and slowly.

"How do you like me like this?"

"Disgusting and repulsive," he said with feigned indifference, still keeping his eyes on his queen's naked body.

"So..."

With a quiet groan, the queen rose to her feet and stretched, standing on her toes. Her high breasts jutted out, just in front of the elf's face.

"So, you mean that if I put my hand down your pants now, I won't find you fully armed?" The elf asked with a playful tone, casting a sly glance at the entrant.

After these words, a shadow of emotion other than cold squeamishness flashed across his handsome, eternally young face for the first time, but he said nothing. However, he did not take his eyes off his queen's body either. Grinning to herself, the queen glanced at the bump on his pants. Hmm, maybe she should extend the rest a little longer? Not a bad idea. She hadn't had sex with kin right after sex with goblins before. It would be quite amusing to see how lust and disgust would fight in this boy during coitus. After pondering the idea for a few seconds, the queen had to give it up with a mental sigh. There was no time for that now. But she would not forget the idea. Later, maybe in a couple of years, she would definitely implement it.

With a shake of her head, the queen turned her back to the man who had entered and, swaying her hips seductively, strode to the wall, slapping her bare feet on the floor. Leaning over so the elf watching her would have the most interesting view, she picked up one of the goblins in her arms. Looking into his yellow eyes with vertical pupils, she admired the beautiful mixture of horror and lust on his face for a few seconds. Then, holding him against her chest, she stroked his bald head affectionately and squeezed him with a force unexpected for a fragile-looking woman. The paralyzed freak let out a faint wheeze, which was cut short when his neck broke with a loud crunch. At the same time, he cummed for the last time in his life, flooding the queen's tummy with another load of semen.

"What a bastard! How could he possibly have any strength left," the queen said squeamishly, tossing the corpse to the center of the room.

Without any haste, the elf killed the remaining goblins one by one. It was too much trouble to wring each one's neck, so she simply stepped on the throat of most of them with her foot. After the last of the ugly ones had taken their breath away, the queen shook her dainty foot squeamishly, brushing away the fresh clots of goblin seed. Picking up the nearest shoe from the floor, she made sure that it was also covered in the green-skinned freaks' semen and tossed it aside. She walked out of the dungeon with a stiff gait, slapping the floor with her bare feet and leaving a trail of goblin seed droplets in her wake.

"Let's get out of here. I need to get cleaned up."

"Everything you need is waiting for you in the next room, my Queen."

And so it was. The room closest to the cell contained a huge bronze bathtub full of hot water, a table full of the finest body care products, a couple of closets with clothes, a full-length mirror, a separate massage table, and three specially selected and trained human servant girls, all wearing nothing but loincloths and sandals. All three were beautiful by human standards, with smooth, velvet skin, slender, shoulder-length straight hair, and rounded, medium-sized breasts. Each wore a fine chain necklace of pure gold around her neck, with a round enchanted medallion that skillfully depicted the personal symbol of the Queen's seal. A very expensive and exquisite piece of jewelry that was both an identity card, confirming that the wearer served the queen personally, and also allowed access to many closed places in the palace. Including those where not even all elves were allowed. At the sight of the queen entering the room, all three girls bowed deeply to her as one. The elf accompanying the queen froze at the door, and his mistress followed with one of the maids to a screen in the corner of the room. There stood a small table, a chair, and a large, deep basin of blued copper. The maid immediately took from the small table an enema filled with a special liquid and looked questioningly at her mistress. She sighed heavily, turned her back to the maid, and bent forward, leaning on the back of the chair and exposing her crotch and anus to her.

Gently inserting the enema into the queen's ass, the maid squeezed it gently, pumping the liquid inside her mistress. She exhaled and stood motionless for a few seconds, then glanced over her shoulder and nodded briefly, letting her know she could continue. Carefully pulling out the enema, she deftly plugged her mistress's anus with a special plug carved from a dark red wood of a monstrously expensive and rare species. With a wince, the queen carefully turned to face the maid. She immediately held out a silver goblet filled to the brim with a colorless liquid. Without flinching her face, the queen drank the rather bitter-tasting potion in one gulp, feeling a few snakes start to move in her stomach. After draining the goblet, the elf suppressed a bout of nausea, sat down on a chair, and spread her legs wide. There was one last thing left. Breathing heavily, the queen gave the maid the go-ahead, and she knelt and gave her mistress another enema. Biting her lip, the elf felt the next portion of liquid pouring into her already overflowing with goblin seed cunt. There was no way to keep it inside, but the experienced maid knew what to do. As soon as she pulled out the enema, she pressed her mistress's lower lips together with her fingers, preventing the potion from leaving the elf's cunt.

Now, all that was left was to wait. Glancing at the hourglass on the table, the queen bit her lip. A dozen snakes were crawling in her stomach, and nausea was inevitably coming to her throat, but the queen held firm. All good things must be paid for. She threw one of her legs over the kneeling maid's back, and with her right hand, she clutched at her hair and began to move it slowly, at least in this way trying to distract herself. The grains of sand in the clock seemed to conspire and crumble agonizingly slowly. By the time the time was almost up, the queen had managed to completely fluff up her maid and was literally kicking her on the back with her foot. Finally, the last grains of sand fell to the bottom of the clock, and with her free hand, the maid slid a wide and deep-blued copper basin toward the queen. Moving aside, she released the queen's labia in one motion and pulled the anal plug out of her.

With a loud moan from the elf, a flood of goblin cum, liquefied with a special cleansing potion, gushed out of her. Some of it went past the basin, splashing and smearing everything around her. After the last streams of goblin semen left the queen's gut in weak jolts, hopelessly staining the chair, she was bent in half and vomited. While the elf spit up the green-skinned freak's semen, a servant girl carefully stood at her side and held her hair back so as not to stain it even more. A couple of minutes later, after spitting out the last clot of seed, the queen leaned back in the stained chair, shivering and breathing heavily. The maid immediately handed her a glass with a special drink to rinse her throat and a towel. After taking a few sips, the queen spit on the floor, then began to rinse her throat and wipe her face and chin.

In the meantime, the maid knelt in front of her, spread her mistress's legs, wiped her crotch with a clean silk handkerchief, and gently inserted two fingers and then the palm of her hand inside her mistress. The panting elfess strained to follow her movements, trying to relax her muscles as much as possible. Raising her eyes to her mistress, the maid carefully removed her hand, showed her palm covered in clumps of goblin seed, and shook her head. Leaning back in her chair, the queen moaned softly and doomedly, and the maid wiped her palm and began to prepare a new enema. The whole procedure had to be repeated twice more, and only then was the queen's bosom deemed sufficiently cleansed of goblin semen.

The queen herself was half-faint after three consecutive purges. She was literally carried to the bathroom by all three maids. Carefully lowering her into the water, they immediately began to tidy her up, working diligently with loofahs and scrubbers. The hot water with plenty of healing herbs and the caring hands of the maids quickly brought the queen to her senses. Relaxed, she leaned back on the back of the tub, put her legs over the sides to make it easier for the maids to clean it, and gave herself completely to their tender and caring hands. She glanced at her companion, who was still looking at her but without squeamishness on his face, and said softly:

"Ask."

"Why?!" The elf literally spat out, and for the first time, there was real emotion on his face.

Mentally, the queen sighed.

"How old are you?"

"Four hundred and thirty will be this year."

"And I'll be exactly four thousand years old in forty-three years."

"I know, my Queen. The whole forest is preparing for this great feast."

"I'm sure you will. Anyway, my boy, when you're at least a thousand years old, a lot of things you'll be will become boring. They'll start to seem ordinary and no longer give you the pleasure they once did. Especially sex."

"But why goblins!? Of all possible creatures, these... these..."

"The only ones who haven't bored me so far," the queen finished the sentence.

Throwing a laughing glance at the stunned elf, the queen lifted herself up slightly, allowing the maid to pull her hair out of the water, then continued:

"I got bored with my folks in about my ninetieth year. My crowned consort lost interest in me even earlier. In fact, the last time he shared a bed with me was two and a half thousand years ago, and that was only to conceive me the last of my possible five children. After that, I became fascinated with humans. At that time, servants of their kind were just becoming fashionable at court."

With these words, the queen caught the naked breast of one of the maids who was brushing her hand with her palm and began to knead it affectionately. The maid did not react in any way. Without stopping her amusement, the queen continued:

"This infatuation lasted almost three hundred years. But then I got tired of the frequent change of lovers. The age of people is too short. Once you find a good lover, you have to look for a new one."

The queen grabbed the maid's nipple with two fingers and began to twist and tug it gently. She still didn't react. Only the blood rushing to her cheeks and her rapid breathing gave away her emotions.

"At the same time, dwarves began to come into fashion at court. Compared to humans, these short men are many times tougher. I remember I had a dwarf lover who was as tall as my crotch, wiry, bald as an egg, but he was incredibly tough. He was able to hump in bed with me from dusk till dawn, pausing only to drink water. And that's without any love potions. The only drawback is their damn beards and body hair! Even waxing doesn't save them! You can shave a dwarf in the morning; by evening, he'll be all over again."

Not stopping to play with the maid's already hardened nipple, the queen watched with quiet satisfaction as she tried her best to hold back and not show any sign of it. Good girl.

"After the dwarves, the orcs came into vogue. And I didn't like them at all. Of course, they are not inferior to thoroughbred stallions in size, but they don't last long. Before you have time to get excited, they already plow you with their tool, pour their seed all over the bed, and immediately go to sleep. And they may not even bother to get off you. And it's almost impossible to wake them up in the morning."

Switching to the maid's second breast, who had already bit her lip to keep from moaning, the queen continued.

"After the orcs, lizards became fashionable. You might still have caught it. And while their females are unremarkable, the males... Let's just say that a double organ can make for some very interesting new experiences. But those damned scales! After each coitus, it took hours to heal all the scrapes and cuts."

Seeing that the maid was at her limit, the queen had mercy and left her breasts alone. Putting her arms around her neck, she pulled the girl to her and kissed her ear softly, whispering: "Good girl." After which she continued:

"And after the lizards, as you might have guessed, it was the goblins' turn."

The room was silent for a few minutes, broken only by the splashing of water. Then the elf couldn't stand it any longer and asked:

"Well, what about these critters? What are they good for?"

The queen squinted slyly and stretched:

"I won't tell you. You want to find out, try it yourself."

From such an answer the elf was clearly taken aback, but immediately pulled himself together, and with an indifferent expression he threw:

"I'll pass."

"As you wish," the queen smiled, closing her eyes.

The bath lasted more than an hour, during which time the maids changed the bath water twice. When the queen climbed out of the water, the goblin seed that had thickly covered her body was gone, and her long hair was thoroughly brushed and combed. Even the bruises and scratches left by the green-skinned freaks had almost completely disappeared. Leaving the bath, the queen strode to the massage table and lay on her stomach. One of the maids, the same one with whose breasts the elf was playing, threw off her loincloth and sandals, climbed onto the table, and carefully sat on top of her mistress. She took a vial of fabulously expensive fragrant oil and poured it almost all over herself, then pressed herself against the queen's back and began to rub her breasts diligently, smearing and rubbing the oil. The other two maids began to work on their mistress's arms and legs, gently rubbing the oil into them with delicate palms.

She just moaned blissfully with her eyes closed. Wonderful girls. They knew how to please their Mistress. In a couple of years, she would find them a good elf boy to make a child for each of them, and then she would oblige him to recognize the bastards. What a scandal and howls would be raised at that - just thinking about it makes her heart grow warm. She already has a few younger children in mind from the home of her favorite half-sister and maternal aunt. Both of them keep their young offspring in a tight grip and do not allow them to mate with anyone but proven thoroughbred mares from among their kin. But as you know, the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. We'll have to work on that in the near future. In the meantime...

Without warning, the queen rolled over onto her back and wrapped her arms around her maid's neck, buried her fingers in her hair, pulled her to her, and gave her a demanding kiss on the lips. She responded eagerly, their tongues intertwined, while the maid rubbed oil into her mistress's body with both hands. She paid particular attention to her breasts and the hard beads of her nipples. The other two maids, instantly reacting to the queen's change of mood, immediately focused on her cunt and began to rub oil gently on it with their four hands. Almost immediately, the queen began to yield to their fingers without letting the third maid out of her embrace. Pretty soon, the heated elf reached her peak and squeezed the maid in her arms, cumming profusely, flooding the massage table with her juices. For a few minutes, the queen just lay there, closing her eyes and lazily stroking the maid pressed against her, enjoying the warmth of her body, the mixture of the scents of oil and female sweat. The other two maids, trying not to disturb their mistress, continued to rub the residual oil into her legs with their fingertips.

After a little rest and breathing, the queen slapped the maid's soft spot, and she quickly but carefully got off her mistress and helped her to her feet. The queen stretched, refreshed, and revitalized. She cast a glance at the elf still standing in the doorway. He was still staring at her, and the bump on his pants was visible, but he wasn't doing anything. Despite what was going on in front of him. She was definitely right to choose him as her page. She would have to seduce him so she could repeat her experience with the goblins on her anniversary but with him. He could hide behind a mask of arrogance as much as he wanted, but the queen was willing to bet he was interested. It's decided! The time was very short, only forty years, but she had plenty of experience and skill in such matters.

While the queen pondered the plans for the upcoming anniversary, the maids led her to the mirror and the closets. After running her eyes over a few dozen dresses that cost the treasury of a medium-sized duchy, the elf pointed to one of them. Not so long ago, the fashion at court had changed. Ten years ago, almost all elven women wore dresses with very deep necklines and no shoulders, which were whispered that they were held "on only nipples," but now the court fashion demanded the dress should be as closed as possible. Only the face and hands could be free of fabric. But since the unspoken trendsetter at court for the second millennium was the queen's younger half-sister, to whom she had not had warm feelings since childhood, the crown princess was not going to follow it. But neither was she going to violate it openly.

The dress chosen by the queen fully corresponded to the current strict requirements, tightly fitting the elf's entire body, with long sleeves and a narrow floor-length skirt. But it was made of the finest, translucent white silk. And given the fact that the queen wore no underwear, anyone could easily see a lot of interesting things. Especially clearly visible were her large nipples. Spinning around in front of the mirror, the queen was satisfied with what she saw. She chose light, low-heeled shoes made of white varan leather. The queen wore no jewelry. She never accepted earrings, believing that ears were sacred to an elf and it was sacrilege to pierce them. A necklace would only distract attention from the most important thing, so the queen limited herself to two rings with large diamonds. Her hair was carefully brushed and left in a luxurious platinum waterfall down her back.

The queen looked at herself in the mirror once more, satisfied with what she saw, and slowly approached the elf waiting for her at the door. The elf, who was waiting for her at the door, slowly approached her, but as she approached, he managed to tear his gaze away from the queen's chest and look her in the eye.

"What do you think of my outfit?"

"Incredibly seductive, but are you sure you should wear it to a royal ball?"

Mentally, the queen chuckled. He was so cute after all. She would have to seduce him as soon as possible.

The vast majority of those who will be at the ball have already seen me naked. Many of them are my former lovers, so they won't see anything new.

"Why not just go in there naked?"

"It's happened before, let's see, 1,500 years ago, for sure. At that time, my husband organized a grand masquerade ball where the guests wore only masks, jewelry, and shoes. It ended in such a grand orgy that it was decided not to repeat such a thing for at least two thousand years."

The queen laughed softly as she looked at the stunned elf and suddenly pressed herself against him. She ran her palm between his legs and weakly squeezed his tense dignity.

"If you want, I can tell you more about that masquerade tonight after the ball," the queen cooed in her page's ear.

"Your Highness... Please..."

"What?"

"Stop it! Otherwise, we won't get to the ball tonight," the elf wheezed.

With a giggle, the queen pulled away, but suddenly the page put his two arms around her waist. Or rather, just below her waist.

"But I'll be glad to hear your story after the ball," he said in a firm voice.

With a smile, the queen nodded:

"In that case, let's not delay any longer."

With a wave of her hand, the queen left the room and headed for the ball. As soon as the door closed behind them, the maids went to an inconspicuous cupboard in the corner, took out mops and rags, and began to clean. It was going to be a long job.

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