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The Elven gift Silvamoon & Flassche

The youth fingered his quill as he wrote down the last of his notes, as he spoke softly. "Should I take this as a no" Placing the quill back in the inkwell he stood up, he gently took hold of the papers and placed them on the bench. He nodded to to paper slightly as he was pleased with himself. She had not spoken back, as he knew she would not. "My dear If you would excuse me, I have matters of import to attend to, now run along and pretend you have a choice" He sat back as he placed his fingertips against the others. He noticed her hesitation as he began to speak "Either you leave here willingly, and return to me at the appropriate time." He paused for a dramatic effect "Or I shall instruct your maids to help my needs, each day" She opened her mouth to voice her contempt towards him, to object against his plans. Before she could the youth grinned, his eyes fixed on her luscious form. "Now run along dear. Guards.. we are done here" Two armed sentries walked in and escorted the elven queen outside. When she was gone the youth began to chuckle, he had found how to deal with this pathetic race. His mind already preparing for the task ahead, while his body showed no sign of disobeying.

The hours passed slowly, finally evening had arrived. Two armed sentries entered the door. "Good evening ladies, our sire would like a word with you" The showed signs of hesitation, as they most likely have been ordered to either force her, or take the other girls if she disobeyed. When she finally responded they escorted her to the heirs private quarters.

The young man was clad in a fine grey and black tunic. The sleeves were lined with gold, his chest bore the sign of a shield, as was his personal crest. He was leaning against a small sofa, his left hand cupped a small cup filled with a deep red wine, his right hand held an open book. "Ah, glad you could make it." He gave a small nod and gestured her to take a seat next to him. The sofa was small yet conformable, as it was heavily cushioned. Placing the book on the table in front of him he began to speak. "I noticed your race rarely if ever consumes alcohol. I have spoken of this subject with one of your maids and she replied it was because. 'it poisoned the mind'"He smiled gently as he filled a second cup and handed it over to her. "I feel it is my duty as your sire to show you more of our customs. And besides, at the royal ball you would be expected to drink a toasting drink in the honour of my father." He noticed her hesitation as he smirked "Or should I should I let Eldric teach your hand maidens the finer art of wine tasting, he has requested me to grand him this request. On many occasions in fact." His smile was gentle and warm but his eyes spoke enough, is spoke volumes. "Mind your tongue and obey" His eyes spoke of this.

A few hours went on as they drank. After the third round the youth was pleased to see the queen loosening up, he dropped the threatening routine. He asked her some questions of elven tradition and compared them to his own. Simple things like, how they celebrated their births, to deep questions about their religion. Centuries of drinking ale had granted the human race some hard won tolerance to alcohol, the elven race lacked this. Although the youth drank twice as much, he was still the more sober between them. Feeling she was relaxed enough he grasped her hand and let her to his chamber, throwing her gently on the bed as he started to undress her. The act had begun, he would take her there and then.
 
Maewyn wished they would have killed her when they had first captured her, instead of subjecting her to this cruel punishment. Threats were almost as bad as the action itself, she decided, because she never knew if Lancius would actually follow through with it or if he was bluffing. The queen couldn't take a chance on what he was threatening with her maids, so she kept silent and let her eyes do the talking for her. The once warm violet irises were now sparkling with the contempt that she could not verbalize. The youth certainly knew how to get her to comply, he knew all of her weak spots from their weekly talks. Anything having to do with her elven kin made her weak, and although she would have liked to protest she just couldn't take the chance that one day he would follow through with his threats and actually harm her maids or her nephew. She would rather he direct his attention upon her than upon the other elven captives.

Once she was escorted out and back to her room she wasted the long hours with pacing and more thinking, her maids trying to draw her into conversation or tempt her into a walk. The queen just wasted interested, and sent them away with a wave of her hand for the duration of the afternoon. They returned before sundown to bathe and dress her, and Maewyn had noticed lately that the bodice of her dresses were getting lower and tighter, no doubt to show off her generous chest and narrow waist. She wouldn't have minded as much if the humans would only look, but more than one had tried to touch and she had had to reprimand them with her sharp tongue. When the guards arrived she took her time in answering, waiting until their impatience showed before she acquiesced and let them escort her to the heir's chamber.

When she arrived she was a little surprised to find he had dressed up in a fine tunic, and although she took her time in approaching him she eventually sat down on a cushion beside him. Maewyn found herself nodding when he spoke of drinking alcohol, and she was loathe to accept the goblet until he brought that horrid man Eldric into the conversation. "No, I do not believe Eldric needs to be involved in this matter. I will drink the wine." The queen did not wish to poison her body and mind with the alcohol, especially in the presence of the youth, but she would drink if it meant keeping her maids safe. Sighing briefly she lifted the cup to her mouth, before taking a small sip and cringing at the taste. "That is vile!" She couldn't hold her tongue enough to silence her opinion, but instead of tossing the liquid upon him as she wished she kept the cup firmly in her hand.

Eventually her palate adjusted to the taste of the liquid, and before she knew it she had drank three glasses of it and was feeling decidedly strange. As they drank they discussed elven topics, so she didn't notice until it was too late how hazy her mind felt and how heavy her limbs. When he took her hand and lifted her from the sofa she didn't resist, and even willingly walked into his chamber. The sight of his bed made her smile, thinking it would be a good idea to lay down. "Mmm, bed." She giggled when he tossed her down, and instead of her hands interfering with his own she let him undress her swiftly.
 
Her willingness was a fresh breath of air to the young man, as he fell upon her in the bed. He quickly undressed until he gazed upon her body, there was hunger in his youthful eyes. When she was fully naked he had slid her underneath the blankets, warming her in the process. The youth quickly undressed and noticed his member already welcoming the task ahead of him. He looked at her and felt no hesitation or shame, blowing out the candle he slipped into bed with her.
The room was pitch black and the evening cold was upon them, their bodies where pressed against each other heating them both up. The youth waisted no time and began caressing her back. Her behind was pressing against his groin. He felt the slim but well trained muscles in her back and the curves of her waist. When he started to massage her neck and shoulders he felt her relax, he felt the stress leave her muscles. The effect of alcohol and a warm bed seemed to ease the queen into a almost euphoric mood.

After relaxing her gently he placed his left hand on her inner thigh as it stated to cares the delicate skin there, a few seconds later and he could hear a moan escape her lips. The youngster smiled as he turned her head gently to the side. His eyes gazed upon her lips as he moved forward. Their lips touching for a brief second, his heart raced his groin throbbed, he truly loved this woman. His fingers moved closer towards her delicate folds, spreading them gently he used his finger to feel her wetness. As soon as he felt her shiver he knew she would let out a gasp of excitement, anticipating her moan he pressed his lips hard against her own. Her muffled moan was met with the slip of his tongue. Her saliva had a mixture of whine and lust. He slowly inserted one of his own fingers inside of her as he bit her lips, playing with her gently. He noticed she responded to differently to different methods of playing, after a few minutes the youth discovered a few of her sensitive area's. He had a duty today, the elven queen would release herself in the moment tonight, her cries of pleasure would shame her the next morning. He did not know if elven females could share the same joy of a release during a joining but he would try. His lips kissed her neck playfully as his teeth teased the skin here and there by grazing it softly.
 
The elven queen did not drink alcohol, nor did her people, so she was unprepared for the effects of the wine upon her body. Her cheeks got red and her limbs became heavy, and she had the strange inability to control her tongue. Instead of telling Lancius to leave her alone she beckoned the youth forward and tempted him with her eyes and her bare body. The chamber was large and drafty, so as soon as her dress and undergarments were removed and gratefully climbed beneath the covers. "Lancuis..you're taking too long!" Her words weren't slurred but she was clearly tipsy as she tried to get him to hurry up. Just before he climbed into bed with her he blew out the candle lighting the room and plunged them into darkness, causing her to snuggle back against him in the crisp sheets. Maewyn couldn't stop her low hums of pleasure as his strong hands went to work easily running down the long column of her spine and then back up to her shoulders, so often tense during the day as she struggled to hold herself back. "Mmm..feels good.." Her normal uptight tone was relaxed and happy.

Her breath hitched when his large hand soon drifted over to her inner thigh, the soft skin there extremely sensitive to his touch. The queen hummed again when their lips briefly touched, and it was followed by a moan when his fingers deftly parted and stroked her moist folds. Their lips met in a rougher kiss and Maewyn pressed herself tighter back against the youth's slimly muscled body. Her walls clenched tightly around his questing digit, and she unconsciously bucked her hips against his hand. The feel of his lips upon her neck was making her feel frisky, and in her wine induced haze she decided to turn the tables. "Your turn now", she purred out against his lips, easily extracting herself from his grasp and straddling his waist. She could scarcely see in the darkened room, but instead she used to hands to trace the surface of his chest and abdomen, feeling the ridges of his muscles. As she mapped his skin she couldn't help but but grind her hips down upon him, and she giggled as she felt his erection growing against her backside.
 
In a fit of raging passing the prince felt himself on his back, his engorged member pressing against her behind. The grinding of her flesh against his skin did not lessen his cravings for her. A moan escaped from his pursed lips as he felt a throbbing sensation in his throat. The youth was excited, scared, happy, so much did the young prince felt at once when she started to straddle him and take him as her play thing. Her experience and age clearly made a difference, the young man felt like a boy again. She kissed his neck as a sensation sped through his spine. The feeling of her skin, her sweet scent, the way she whispered tonight, it was all unworldly. The two embraced each other as this night, this moment, they were one. The sheets where wrapped around their waist as they kissed. Their tongues met and intertwined, her heavy breath escaping her as she gasped for air.

The youth stroked her hair gently as he took in her perfection. To most men she was a creature of beauty, but to the young prince… she perfected him. Species apart and divided by age, the boy took no notice. He pressed his wet lips against her neck again as he lifted her gently, placing her back against his front. Her head resting on his right shoulder while her hands intertwined with his. They lay there for a few seconds enjoying each other’s heat and company. The young prince placed his right hand on her delicate folds as he began to make her ready. His other hand caressing her waist. He whispered softly In her ears, asking her if she was ready for him. He awaited her response and slowly began to lift her up, his manhood slid upwards pressing against her gender. They moved closer together again and joined each other. They both moaned into each other’s mouth, half kissing. The young man felt the familiar ‘wrongness’ overwhelm him again as he felt his organ slide in further. The tightness overwhelming him again. He gasped for air as he entered fully. Biting his lips he suppressed the desire to scream out, it felt like his entire soul joined hers.

Their heavy panting filled the air as their bare flesh moved in unison. The darkness was everywhere so they had to rely on their other senses, increasing their sensitivity. Every moan or gasp of air she let out, he responded swiftly with his own. They were the first male and female to ever intertwined like this, and where also the last. He hands explored his entire form as he caressed hers, each time their hands touched they felt a shock of pleasure again. They were in ecstasy. She directed her face towards his as their tongues met again, not daring to lock lips because of their heavy panting. The youth felt like fainting each time they kissed. The rhythm increased as she lifted herself willingly on him, her insides sucking him in. Their bodies glistering from sweat as the air around them was heavy. The youth began to set a faster pace, faster and faster again. The queen could not keep up any more as her muscles gave way. The youth did not lessen his pace, hearing the sounds of flesh against flesh he began to moan harder and harder. She did her best to caress him in a loving way but found herself loosing herself in sheer pleasure. Elven people did not mate like this, their intimacy was tender, their gentle nature binding them together. This love, this act.. it was unnatural. She felt herself stretched to her limits each trust, yet she was surprised she found her body meeting his thrusts.
 
It was Maewyn's turn to be the dominant one for a little while, and in her wine-induced lust she figured it would be a good idea to tempt him with her body. While she straddled his waist and wiggled her body atop his she let her hands feel his chest and strong shoulders, humming in appreciation of his nicely muscled form. Occasionally she would lean down and give him a kiss, her tongue seeking and twining heartily with his before she would pull back and nip playfully at his lips and chin. The queen sat back up and grabbed his hands and placed them on her heavy breasts, encouraging him to touch and feel her body in the darkness. If it wasn't for the wine she would have been grumpily receiving his touches but not reciprocating them, and now she was an active participant.

She hummed when she felt the light touch of his hand run down her long auburn hair, the silky strands hanging heavily down her back. The elven queen brought a hand up to cup his cheek when his lips met the sensitive skin of her neck, and she hummed her appreciation for their new position when her back conformed to his warm chest. For a few moments she was content to lay their in the darkened silence, her body warming and reciprocating his heat in the drafty room. "Mmm..that feels good Lancius.." Maewyn used his full name when she praised his skilled fingers, a low moan of pleasure leaving her lips as he stroked and aroused her womanly folds. "Yes...yes I'm ready for you now." She did not hesitate to invite him into her body, the darkness hiding her brief wince of pain when his erect member slid into her extremely tight pussy. Elven males just didn't have a human males' length and girth, and it took her a few moments to adjust to his size.

In the dark and with her back to him she couldn't see the expression on his face as he began to move, but she could tell from his moans echoing hers that he was definitely enjoying himself. Her neck turned to the side so she could somewhat reach his lips and they kissed leisurely until she broke away from him to gasp or whimper, her muscles clenching around his cock like a glove. As minutes passed she began to brace her hands against the bed and move onto him with increased force, her cries of pleasure cutting through the air at their quicker pace. Lancius seemed to read her mind and thus increased his own pace, her body bouncing atop his in a frenzied manner. The queen was unused to making love in such a primal manner, but found that she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Maewyn could feel her already tight pussy begin to clench even tighter around his length, and a pressure began to build low in her belly as her orgasm approached.
 
In a primal lust the two joined as one. The air was thick and heavy with hormones and forbidden desires. Both sides knew their actions where wrong, their race and station had set them miles apart, but now, this moment, they were one. When the queen finally reached her end the youth was not far behind. Her convulsing and shock like movements brought the youth to his limits. The young lad had already done more than an average youth could on his second time. He breathing was irregular, his eyes were staring into nothingness. His back and brow soaked in sweat. “Gods” The youth cried out as he mixed his moans in with hers. His moments was a mere minute after hers, but one minute was sheer torture to the queen as her climax went on and on, not giving time to recover. When the youth finally came, he felt her hands on his legs, as she moaned out loud. Again the youth felt the forbidden lust and feeling of wrongness as he reached his moment. He came- if words could describe it as such. He almost fainted as he came deep inside of her, his teeth had sank into his own lips as he grunted. Hope, fear, pain, pleasure and love all coursed through his mind. His seed bursted from him, as it mixed with her fluids. She felt the warmth it emanated and the pleasure it had brought. His movements where stopped while she shook underneath him. He stared at the perfect creature as she experienced the pleasure. “Do human girls experience the same joy” He asked himself as he briefly smiled inwardly.

They lay silent for almost an hour, still joined inside. They held each other warm as the cold air made the room icy cold. For a moment the young man felt the similar feeling again. He stared at the elven queen and felt love again, deep unconditional love, no matter the barriers. When morning had arrived he had gotten out of bed, not waking her in the process. He quickly bathed and dressed himself, when done he marched out of the room and into the courtyard. He wanted to clear his head again, he must not fall in love with her all over again. He signalled a squire to accompany him as they reached the stables. “We ride this morning boy” He said as he noticed the squire was the young elven boy. The young boy grinned as he sped off to ready his masters horse. Hours later they were deep in the forest enjoying the morning to its fullest. The elven boy was educated into the skills of tracking and the way of the human lands, proving to be a quick study, the prince decided to reward him. When they got back to the courtyard the boy returned to the other squires, his neck now heavier by a fair amount of silver. It was a silver necklace, crude and nowhere near beautiful, it bore a large dent in the side. “The prince granted me this, it was the necklace he wore when he fought his first battle, an axe was stopped because of this.” The boy held out the necklace and the others looked out in awe. Clearing his throat and standing on a barrel, the young boy continued. “The prince said these words to me. This necklace is my live for it has saved me, by entrusting you with this necklace my life is now in your hands. Prove to me that your service, your friendship is just as strong as these chains.” The boy had risen to the rank of a god in the eyes of the other squires. His elven heritage and upbringing now completely forgotten. When the boy returned to the queen after his duties he seemed to have matured. The Prince did not see the queen that day, preferring to not face her wrath as it was still fresh. The morning had surely cleared her head, and her anger would scare a charging boar to a halt.


Month 6
The young man had finally summoned her once again to the courtyard. He noticed her approaching as he signalled the match was over. His brow soaked in sweat and his tunic was soaked. He lifted the chainmail from his chest as it dropped to the ground. Wringing the heavy padded gloves from his fingers proved to be quite the task, finally they dropped to the ground. After that he quickly removed his tunic. “Sorry about that” He said as she approached him, he noticed from her gaze that she wanted to strike him. He stood there and held his gaze upon hers, almost daring her to take an offence against him.
 
During their first coupling Maewyn had felt a stirred up mixture of anger, irritation and pleasure, so she had not achieved her orgasm with all of those heavy emotions. This time the wine had loosened her up and made her more susceptible to his advances, and she felt honest pleasure as they joined. It was different than with an elven male, but the queen was experienced and knew how to work any man. Despite her mind and body being clouded with wine it didn't take long for her to climax, her back arched and her hands gasping the sheets below them as all of her muscles clenched under the immense weight of her pleasure. Through this the youth still thrusted into her tight body, her moans and his moans joining together in the darkened room. Not long after she achieved her end she could feel his body convulse beneath her to signal his own climax, and unconsciously her hands flew up to cradle her abdomen when she felt the rush of his seed inside of her. It was a reflex for any elven woman to hope for a child after a coupling, and Maewyn was no different.

In the aftermath the pair lay twined together under the sheets, the elven queen snuggling up to the boy in attempt to keep herself warm in the cold night. The combination of the wine and their exertion had her falling into a deep slumber quickly, and she didn't awaken until the sun was high in the sky the next day. Maewyn didn't even stir when he crawled out of bed and dressed, and it was a good thing because when she woke up she was in a ferocious mood. At first she had been confused as to her whereabouts, the pounding in her head making it hard to decipher where she was. Slowly she sat up in the bed, vaguely noticing she was unclothed as she squinted around the room. Slowly the actions of last night began to come back to her in bits and pieces, each little thing she remembered making her that much more infuriated. She couldn't believe the heir had made her drink wine, and that she had had so much as to make her so eager to comply with him! Maewyn glossed over the bits in her memory that told her how much of a good time she had, instead stewing in her anger and trying to think of what she would do now. Slowly and stiffly she got out of bed and got dressed amidst her headache, and then retired to her rooms for the rest of the day.

Month 6:
The days and weeks after this current encounter seemed to try Maewyn's patience to the fullest, even though she was not summoned by Lancius. Everywhere she went in the castle people seemed to be praising him or discussing his latest adventure, especially her nephew Raen. Whenever she saw the boy, and their time together was always short, all he could speak of was the heir. She was shown the necklace of course, and told all about him. If she ever made a displeased face the boy would instantly question her, prompting her to murmur an answer about something else that was bothering her. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was summoned again, and when she finally did receive the message her anger was sparked all over again. The queen didn't waste time as she hurried out to the courtyard, not even noticing the youth disrobing as she approached. She was single minded in her anger, and had to physically clench her hands together so that she would not strike him. "You!.." It took her a moment to even form words through her anger. "How dare you?! That wine you made me consume.." It was clear she was blaming him for their latest encounter.
 
“Good morning my lady, I do hope you slept well” The young man did not answer her questions as he went to the small well. He lowered the bucked and let it fill with water, seconds later he had pulled the bucked upwards again. He picked up the bucked and emptied the content on top of his head, making sure he did not soak the queen. “I assume this…. Mood.. is caused by our little encounter” Not waiting for her answer the young man spoke again. “I assumed you would praise me, it is not often a woman makes those noises. And you were more than willing on your end.” He noticed her infuriating glance, her fist clenching, her whole body was forcing itself not to assault the prince. “And don’t blame the wine, it does not create lust, it only acts as a catalyst.” He kneeled down to pick up his heavy chainmail and blunted sword as he got up to his feet again. “I thought you would rather have this, than have me force myself upon you again”. He stepped past her, not showing any emotion. “In one month you shall accompany me to the royal ball. I hope you shall be prepared, or shall I take one of the elven maids?” Letting those words hang in the air, the young man left the courtyard. He knew he was straining her cooperation beyond what was reasonable, but it had to be done.


Month 7:
The young man stood in front of the mirror, his hands shaking and his brow tensed up. Today would be the day for the royal ball. It would consist of three days. The young man would have to battle his father in court. His elven queen would be the first move he would make to discredit his father’s position in court. His gaze fell upon his desk as he grinned, the thick parchment looked like gold in his eyes. The parchment contained over 6 months of planning, it was filled with information and knowledge of the elven lands. Even the map alone would be priceless. The young man grinned as he dressed himself. He placed his fine cut leather boots underneath his perfectly sewn and lined with silver grey/blue tunic. He wore a small pendant around his neck which portrayed the royal crest. His hair was trimmed shorter. One look in the mirror satisfied the young prince. He looked regal. Making his way towards the courtyard he began to imagine how the queen would look like. Her perfect curves would surely be the talk of the evening, his father would curse his luck for giving her to his son. Signalling a squire he made his way towards the carriage.

He entered the carriage and sat down. His hand shock a bit from excitement. In three days’ time he would have made an enemy of his own father and destroyed any opposition in court. His father of course would still have the power to force marriage him with someone, but the whole court would took offence. While Marriages could be forced, it was frowned upon. He placed his feet on the opposite side of the carriage as he closed his eyes. He felt tired yet alive.
 
[I AM SO SORRY! I didn't realize you had replied until today ;___;]

Maewyn dug her fingernails into her palm to remind herself to have self control. All she wanted to do was cause physical harm to the heir, but without doubt she would be thrown into prison or perhaps even killed if she laid an unwanted hand upon Lancius. She watched in silence therefore as he went about his chores, unconsciously stepping backward as she eyed the full bucket of water he held in his hands. The elven queen had gotten splashed the first time and she took care that it would never happen again. His bawdy description of her actions made Maewyn flush in anger and embarrassment, her lips thinned in displeasure. "I don't know what you're talking about." She finally retorted to him, determined not to think back upon their night together. "I shall blame the wine entirely, and you as well." He would get nowhere trying to convince her otherwise, the queen was extremely stubborn. Maewyn was surprised to hear that the ball was so soon, but she had to be grudgingly grateful that the youth saw fit to inform her ahead of time instead of the day before. She didn't reply as she watched him walk away, and although he often threatened her maids she couldn't help but cave in every time.

Month 7:
The past month had seemed to contain a flurry of activity around Maewyn, all revolving around the ball. Her maids had been very busy the past few weeks, working with seamstresses to create a gown for her and acquire all of the necessary accessories. Since Lancius was wearing an embroidered blue and silver tunic, her gown had to match of course. The tight bodice of the gown was silver and laced up in the back, and at her hips it flowed out into voluminous blue skirts. A corset narrowed her waist and pushed her breasts up, and around her neck hung a heavy golden pendant that was the exact replica of the one he wore. Her long auburn locks were braided and coiled atop her head in a bun like fashion, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. Maewyn wore heeled shoes as well, that made her height equal with that of her escort, although they were far from equal in reality. After spending much of the day getting dressed she was finally ready to leave, and she was led out to the carriage by one of her guards.
 
When the carriage-door opened the young man did his best to hide his shock as he took in the breath-taking sight in front of him. He had hoped she would outclass most of the nobles daughters at the ball, but she.. she was something else. “Take a seat” He said as he gestured with his hand. She took her place and one of her maids was allowed to accompany her. The carriage door closed and a few shouts where heard outside, seconds later the carriage sped off towards its destination. The sound of groaning wood and horses hooves where heard as the party remained silent.
Lancius could feel the burning eyes of the queen and the hesitation of her maid. For an hour he remained silent as did she. The carriage hit a small ditch which caused the carriage to shake, startling her maid in the process. When he heard the words rupturing from the queen as she unloaded her anger the young man spoke softly. “We will reach our destination in three more hours.
We will be escorted in the keep and shown our room, there you will be briefed of our schedule.” Looking at her maid he spoke gently. “As for you, you will see to your queens desire, but I suspect you shall have a lot of free time on your hands.” Smiling as he uttered the last words. “Do try and enjoy it” Though frightened the maid genuinely smiled.

As time passed they neared the capital, large stone walls, huge towers, large banners. All things welcomed the young prince to his father. The sight in front of them was almost overwhelming to the elven females. The capital housed almost half a half a million people. This one city rivalled almost all of the former elven population. It used to be three large cities, that over the course of time grew together. The different cultures where still clearly seen as buildings from the left side of town where different from the right. One tenth of the population was a soldier, and almost another tenth was a retired soldier or had experience with combat. It was a city filled with discipline. The carriage stopped at a large castle, it looked ancient yet the walls remained strong.
As the party was led outside of the carriage they were greeted by servants and soldiers. Almost overwhelmed by a few dozen people rushing towards them, the elven females were escorted towards their separate rooms. A few minutes later Lancius had entered his appointed chamber that he would share with the queen. He noticed her perfect curves as she leant out of the window.
“Taking in the sights are we?” As she startled and turned around she had to react quickly as an apple was thrown towards her, her elven quickness caught the apple in mid-air.
“Glad to see you still have some spirit in you, A trait you shall need when confronted with our finest generals.”
 
It seemed as though her whole day had been a whirlwind of preparation for their journey, so it shouldn't have surprised Maewyn that no time was wasted leading her out to the carriage and getting her settled inside. Guards still accompanied her on occasion, making sure the former queen knew that she was still a captive of the crown. An hours long journey with the heir had set her on edge when she had first heard about it, but with her maid accompanying her the elven woman was a little more at ease. Of course that meant Lancius would have an easier job of keeping her in hand, but there were always drawbacks to anything. As soon as she and her maid were seated opposite the heir the carriage began to move, Maewyn's sensitive elven ears letting her hear the wooden structure creaking and the rhythmic pounding on the horse's hooves.

For a long while the whole party was silent, the queen's eyes boring into Lancius' on occasion or looking out the picture window. Maewyn didn't speak until the carriage hit a rough patch and shook, causing her maid to flinch. "How much longer do we have to sit caged in here?" She hissed in her anger at the heir, the tension mounting within her the longer she had to sit still and confined. Hearing that they were still three hours away from their destination had her biting back a groan, instead nodding stiffly and direction her attention back out to the rollicking landscape passing out the window. Her keen ears detected his use of 'our room', but stubbornly she convinced herself it was a slip of the tongue and he had actually meant 'our rooms'.

Conversely from the morning, the rest of their journey seemed to crawl and drag onward. Maewyn was interested as they came closer to the capital, however, her eyes taking in the sites of the buildings and banners decorating the city. She had been too overwhelmed on the trip out to witness the large city, but now her eyes were wide with just how large this empire was. Finally the carriage drew up to the castle and rumbled to a stop, instinctively her attention turning to the door. The queen and her maid were helped down by a servant, and then briskly whisked away to their prepared chambers. Maewyn took a deep and cleansing breath, finally alone, and walked over to throw open the window in the room. The sunlight warmed her face, but her senses were still acute and she managed to catch the fruit thrown by Lancius. When she heard the door open she had thought it was another servant, and her calm smile instantly dropped off to a frown at his presence. "It will take much to break my spirit, you must know."
 
Smiling the young man took his place next to her, leaning on the stone edge. “If it were up to me I would never see that spirit broken.” He leant towards her and place his left hand on the back of her hair. His chest tightened as he felt the warmth of her neck on his fingertips. “But spirit or not. You will obey me in these halls” He leant forwards and kissed her neck playfully. His teeth sank in her delicate skin as he teased her. He had noticed how tense she would get when he used his teeth, as if frightened he would draw blood. The tensing up only made her concentrate on the feeling it brought her. Noticing her skin reddening a bit he stepped backwards. “still an intoxicating experience” He noticed the rebellious nature of her coming up to the surface again. “I wonder if your maid would squeal the same way?” He did not speak further as he noticed her lips tightening and hate form into her eyes. For the next few minutes he busied himself with her gown, and soon all the laces that held it in place where gone. In a few minutes he had exposed her for all her glory, his eyes taking in every second of it again. He especially paid more and more attention to her perfect curves. Her waist and hips where slimmer than humans, and almost seemed to be strange if paid too much attention to.

“Now then, your tasks for today” He spoke strictly as he crossed his arms. “I have instructed the maids what you should wear to the ball, You shall be dressed in a similar outfit as before. Only tonight you shall wear nothing underneath” He almost laughed out loud as he noticed the distress in her eyes. The shocked expression was priceless. “That way you shall be reminded of your place, and will allow me for easy access during a dull minute” His posture was erect and threatening as he drew closer to her. “On your knees. Your prince demands it” Half complying half forced down she sat on her knees. “On to the main instructions” He slowly began to undo his tunic as he began speaking. Each word he uttered seemed to slow down his fingers, as he undid his trousers. He began speaking of the high stationed nobles and generals, their daughters and wife’s. During this time he had let his trousers drop to his ankles as his slumbering member sprang to life. The tight and pulsating shaft almost begged to be relieved. He placed his index finger and thumb on her cheeks as he forced her mouth open, within a second he had shoved half of himself inside of her mouth. The gagging noise and futile attempts to remove if made him even thicker. Removing a few inches from her mouth he began to speak again. He told her of his father and how he might trick her into speaking, how he would use her anger of the elven slaughter. How he would try to kill her today and prevent his son from using her as a shield. The talk of slaughter and murder did not lessen the prince’s member. He had set a steady pace and his shaft was now soaked in her saliva. “Do you understand what I told you” He looked down and noticed her nodding gently. “Good.. now finish up, or should I ask your maid to do it for me?”
 
The former queen stiffened when the heir to the empire approached her and leaned against the stone window ledge, and she couldn't hold back a scoff at his words. "It isn't up to you? I believe your father gave me to you like a plaything, who else's priority would my spirit be then?" Maewyn wanted to step back and away from Lancius when he leant towards her and rested his hand on the back of her neck, her fight or flight instincts telling her it wasn't wise to have such a dangerous person so close to her delicate spine. "Don't I obey you all the time?" Her words carried a touch of sarcasm, but her attention was soon shifted to his actions as his lips and teeth worked on the pale column of her neck. The elven woman's body was tense, and her fingers were clenched into fists to try and regain some semblance of control. This was not her domain any longer, she didn't hold any power or status here. To him, and to the rest of the nobles, she was merely another slave. Maewyn could feel the blood rushing to the surface of her skin, promoting the mark that he had been trying to form. After an initial yelp of shock she had remained silent, but anger crackled in her eyes as he continued to refer to her maid.

When he began to unlace her gown her hands immediately flew to her chest, halting the progress momentarily. "What are you doing?" The queen's voice was sharp, but it wasn't much longer before the fabric and her undergarments were pooled around her feet. She had to force her arms at her sides, letting the younger man ogle her for as long as he liked. When he began to explain how she would be redressed Maewyn wanted to grind her teeth in frustration, and then in outrage at his decree. "Easy access?" Her voice began to slowly rise in volume. "You will do no such thing! I'm not a toy, to be played with and degraded!" Her fire was clearly still intact. She began to protest again when he ordered her to her knees, but she didn't have much time to do that. Her lips were pressed down into a frown as his babble about nobles went in one ear and out the other, her attention much more focused as he began to undress. Maewyn wasn't a fool, she knew what would be coming next and she was still unprepared when he unceremoniously forced her lips apart and thrust half of his cock into her mouth.

Even though she had been expecting it the sudden obstruction of her airway caused the elven woman to gasp and gag, her hands came up to brace against his hips and try to force him away. Without preamble he began to thrust his hips at a steady pace into her mouth, and vaguely she registered him talking about his father and trying to murder her. Maewyn just wanted this degrading scene to be over, so she nodded when he addressed her and tried to finish him off quickly. Her tongue joined the action of his hips, dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock and swirling around the head, while one of her hands moved from his hips to stroke and pump the length that wouldn't fit into her mouth. It was degrading to say the least, the picture of a queen on her knees before a youth.
 
Lancius grinned as he noticed the delicate tongue hard at work, gods she felt great. The young human let the experienced creature take over, his hips moving in synch with her hands. Each small tug at his skin, pulled the foreskin back, sending shivers down the boys spine. A soft moan escaped the boy as the experienced elven queen knew what she was doing. The mixture of power and wrongness only made the pleasure even better. The small and delicate elven mouth could barely hold half of the crude humans tool. Her unwillingness to obey him, her fear, her hatred, all of these things manifested itself in sheer pleasure. To make things even worse, the young human decided to degrade her further. “I see the elven people are truly gifted whores. I doubt any human wench could muster the stamina or technique to please a man like this” He stared at her exposed flesh, watching his member disappear inside of her unwilling little mouth. “Keep going… Just a little more… God you want this badly… “ Again the little snicker.

He had wanted to explode inside her little mouth the minute she used her little tongue on him, yet he held on. He wanted.. no. he needed to let the little elf work. He wanted her to please him, he wanted her to degrade herself. Taking advantage of one is one thing, but manipulating one to abuse herself.. that was an almost perfect enslavement circle. She would hate herself more than himself for doing the act, yet convince her she had to do it. “Almost.. keep going…” He moaned.. his thick member began to swell up, large drops of pre-cum already leaking out.. “When I do.. I want…. I wan….Euhhhh” He could not finish his sentence as he had to use all his willpower to hold himself back. “ I want you to taste it. Do that.. and I shall make sure your precious little maid will not be harmed during our stay here” Again a moan exploded from the young human’s mouth. “Almost… Almost!!....god….” Finally it happened. He did not hold her head, nor force himself to stay inside of her. He wanted her to take charge, wanted her to drain him. She would have to degrade herself to the position of a whore, in order to save her kind. The prince already had made the arrangements for protection, but a little benefit would be a nice touch here and there.

When he had finally released all he could, he moved backwards and fell down on the bed. For an hour he just lay there. Dozing off, or watching the queen. She was to stay in her room at all times, so the presence of the young man was disturbing. He simple stared at her naked form, reminded himself of the times he had already taken her. He swollen organ had strangely not calmed down, insisting on standing erect. His lost had already been taken care off, but he liked to demonstrate the thing in her presence. It would remind her of the times she had been taken by it, or how she had been forced to serve it.

Finally the young man stood up, dressed himself and moved towards the door. “I will see you in one hour. Make sure to dress as I have instructed. I take it you will understand the consequences if you do not do as I ask.” He turned around and grinned. “And try to have fun, it is a feast apteral” Closing the door behind her, he left her in silence.
 
On occasion Maewyn couldn't help but entertain the morbid thought that perhaps it would have been easier for her in the long run if she had been killed along with the majority of the people she used to rule, but her will to live and survive was just too strong. If she had known she would have been degraded to a common whore, servicing a man upon her knees, however, the queen might not have chosen to hide away while the rest of her people fought. The elven woman continued to pleasure the human heir with her lips, tongue, and hands, trying valiantly all the while to ignore his taunting and ribbing. It would have been very easy to simply sink her teeth down into his soft flesh and teach the boy a lesson, but she had no doubts in her mind it would have ended very badly for her and whatever elven slaves he could get his hands on thereafter. Her tongue continued to lave his flesh and her hands continued to pump his length, the minute swelling of the organ and the thick drops of pre-cum that were descending down her throat alerting Maewyn to the knowledge that he was almost done.

The queen breathed an internal sigh of relief at that knowledge, and prepared to finish him with her hands. Lancius seemed to anticipate her reluctance, however, and gave her an ultimatum that he would keep her maid safe if only she would ingest his seed. Maewyn felt a flash of anger and exasperation at the lengths she had to go to keep her maids safe, but before she had any time to contemplate this deal a rush of thick and salty fluid hit the back of her throat and reflexively she began to swallow. She had never felt more like a whore than she did at that moment, and when the youth was finished she pushed back from him and turned to face the window. Silence reigned between them after that, the queen lost in her self-deprecating thoughts. After a while she moved to grab a thin robe, covering her body as best she could without having a maid to assist her in dressing. She was startled when the heir suddenly stood and dressed himself, the queen finally meeting his eyes with apathy.

She didn't respond to him, and in the silence that followed she sat down heavily in a chair and contemplated her future. Maewyn had a will to live, to make sure the rest of her people were taken care of as best she was able in the circumstances, but even she couldn't keep the cloud of despair that followed her around at bay all the time. When her maid and maids assigned to her finally entered the room to dress her for the banquet she let them do their job in silence, only speaking up once to protest the lack of undergarments before losing herself in the silence again. The gown she was dressed in was similar to the one she wore for traveling, but more ornate. The fabric was heavy blue and silver brocade, the corset bodice was tight around her torso and flowed outward from her hips. Her hair was still mostly intact in a high braided bun, so after her face was artfully made up she was ready to go and mingle with the humans.
 
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