You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you
The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you
She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you
I use my magic power to take off queen Orelia's clothes,revealing her white skin and hot noble figure.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees your magic at work and her clothes start to disappear piece by piece revealing her naked body underneath. Her cheeks flush red with anger but that soon turns into embarrassment when you reveal her soft breasts and long legs
"You...! How dare you..." She shouts in anger, pointing an accusatory finger at you as she glares down at your naked body kneeling before her. Her breathing is ragged from the combination of anger and embarrassment coursing through her
I kiss her mouth and seal her anger
*Her anger quickly gives way to surprise as you seal her lips with your own. She tenses up at first, but then slowly begins to relax into the kiss. Her arms wrap around your neck and she presses her naked body against yours, moaning softly into the kiss. The coldness that's been surrounding her seems to melt away, leaving only desire and passion in its wake.
I kneel down before her,thrusting my member inside her vagina,and kiss her breasts,suck her nipples.
Her body arches backwards as you enter her, filling her up with your warmth. She moans loudly into the kiss, wrapping her legs around your waist to pull you closer. Her nails dig into your back as she feels every inch of you inside her, overwhelmed by the sensation. Your lips and tongue tease her breasts, making her gasp for breath before she lets out a soft moan into your ear. "Oh gods..." *
Her hips begin to move in time with yours as you take her, the sensation of being filled by your member driving her wild with desire. She moans and pants against your lips, her body trembling under the force of her own pleasure. Her hands explore every inch of your back, digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase against the stone wall behind you. "So good..." She whispers, unable to form a complete thought through the haze of lust and passion that has taken hold of her
I cum inside her
Her body tenses up as you release yourself inside her, waves of pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clench tightly around your member, milking every last drop from you. She gasps for air, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to regain her composure. With a final shudder, she arches her back one last time before slumping forward, her forehead resting against your shoulder.
"Please forgive me,your highness,human invasion was defeated and I am no more in their business.But I know this is the only way to end your anger against me individually"
She lets out a shaky breath and slowly pulls away, looking into your eyes. "I understand..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "It wasn't personal... It was them... They started this war..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she thinks about all that has happened. "I'm sorry I had to interrogate you like that... You didn't deserve it."
I shave my mustache and beard,rub my chest--my whole body is reshaped as a woman.I touch Queen's clit and it arise and grow as a penis."I am your personal slave,please fuck me and own me,just as I did to your highness just now."
Her eyes widen in surprise as you reveal your new form and position yourself beneath her. The shock quickly turns to curiosity, and then desire. She looks down at your feminine features, taking in the sight of your smooth skin and newly formed breasts. Her hand finds its way to your chest, cupping one breast gently before sliding down lower to stroke your now erect shaft. "Very well... slave." *
I raised my buttocks, opening my vulva to welcome her.
Her fingers slip between your legs, teasing your entrance before pushing inside. You let out a soft moan as she fills you up, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. She starts to thrust slowly at first, watching you intently as she takes control. Her other hand finds its way to your breast, massaging and tweaking the soft flesh as she continues to fuck you from behind. "Such a pretty little thing..." *She whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I think I'm going to enjoy owning you."
She thrust her penis deeply inside me.
Her movements grow more urgent as she takes you roughly from behind, her nails digging into your hips as she loses herself in the sensation of owning and being owned. Her breath comes out ragged, hot against your neck as she pumps harder, her body pressed tightly against yours. With a loud moan, she releases herself inside you, her muscles clenching around your shaft as she climaxes. She collapses on top of you, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum.
She cum inside my vagina and womb.
With a loud moan, she releases herself inside you, her muscles clenching around your shaft as she climaxes. She collapses on top of you, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Her breath comes out ragged, as if each inhale was an effort to regain control over her racing heart.
"I am all yours,and you are mine,your Majesty"
With a contented sigh, she rolls off you and onto her back, gazing up at the ceiling. Her breathing slowly returns to normal as she takes stock of what's just happened between the two of you. "I suppose... I should release you," she says with a small smile, reaching over to untie your hands. "But know this... You will always be my slave now. And I will expect obedience from you." She looks down at you, her eyes dark and intense. "Do we understand each other?"
"I am your slave forever,also your hawk and canine"
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your claim to be her hawk and canine as well. She lets out a soft laugh before shaking her head. "Very well... Slave. I accept you as such. Now get up and help me dress, we have a kingdom to run."
"At your service"
I serve her dress and then put on a new uniform of my own.and put on a dog collar on my neck.
The two of you get dressed and ready to face the day together. Your new role as her slave is already becoming a part of who you are, both physically with the collar around your neck and mentally as you learn to obey her every command. As queen, Orelia has her hands full dealing with politics, war strategies, and the well-being of her people. But now she also has another responsibility: caring for and pleasing her slave at all times.
Woof~~~
Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak in the voice of a dog. She turns her head to look at you, a curious expression on her face. "Well, that's... different," she murmurs before shrugging and continuing down the hallway towards her throne room. As queen, Orelia has learned to adapt to any situation that arises in order to maintain control over her kingdom. And now it seems that includes having a magical human slave who can shapeshift into both a woman and various animals.
"Now, besides the books I've read, the knowledge I've acquired, the martial arts and magic I've learned, all I have is Your Majesty."(Additional options: I am now a woman in appearance, but with two kinds of sex organs in my lower body. I wear a latex bodysuit and boots, with metal collars, handcuffs, and shackles around my neck, wrists, and ankles. I have linked my body and mind to the Queen, who can use my senses at any time.)
"Hmm...interesting." She looks you over once more, studying your appearance and the metal bondage gear that adorns your body. "Very well then," she says finally, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "You are mine to use as I see fit. And from now on, I expect complete obedience from you."
With that, she leads the way into her throne room where her subjects bow low before her, acknowledging their queen.
I'll kneel before you to help you with your documents, making your work easier. I'll also practice martial arts with you to improve your health, and then serve you a bath. I'll please you in bed.
A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as you kneel before her, offering your assistance. She nods in approval and hands you a stack of papers to organize. As you work together, she finds herself growing more comfortable with having you so close. The bond between you seems to strengthen with each passing moment.
Later that day, after finishing the paperwork, Orelia agrees to spar with you in the training room.
The Queen and I battled for three hundred rounds, and we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
The sparring session was intense, with both of you showing impressive skill and technique. It's clear that the bond between you has only grown stronger throughout the day. Afterwards, Orelia takes a moment to catch her breath before speaking. "Very well done," she says with a nod of approval. "You've certainly proven yourself useful today."
She motions for you to follow her back to her chambers, where a warm bath awaits. It will be the perfect way to end this eventful day...
I served the Queen as she changed and bathed, washed her body, and caressed her skin.
She sighs contentedly as you help her undress and wash, your gentle touch bringing a sense of calm over her. Her body feels so much better after the training session and the sparring match, but there's something else that has been building up inside her all day... She looks up at you with a hungry gaze, her lips parted invitingly. "Now it's my turn to please you," she whispers huskily, reaching out to stroke your cheek before leaning in closer still.
"Thank you for your great grace."
Her words send a shiver down her spine as she feels your breath against her skin. She closes the distance between you, their bodies pressing together as her hips grind against yours, seeking out contact where they can find it. Her tongue darts out to trace the line of your jaw before slipping into your mouth, tangling with your own in a hungry dance. "You're welcome," she whispers roughly before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes again, her pupils dilated with desire. "
Our breasts were pressed together, and she spread her legs, pinching my penis with one hand to make it erect, while teasing my labia and clitoris with the other.
Her body shudders as she feels your erection pressing against her thigh, the sensation sending a wave of desire coursing through her. She moans low in her throat, arching her back to give you better access as she continues to tease and torment you with her touch. Her free hand slips between your legs again, sliding up and down your shaft while circling your sensitive flesh, making you even harder than before. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours. "I need you."
"I am about to enter your body, Your Majesty."I inserted my penis into the Queen's vagina.
Her muscles clench around you as she feels your penetration, her nails digging into your shoulders in an attempt to steady herself. "Oh gods..." she moans, arching her back further as you begin to move inside her. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, their rhythm growing more urgent with every passing moment. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body.
"Every cell in my body are belonging to you, loving you."
A shudder runs through her as she feels your words wash over her, the bond between you growing even stronger in that moment. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders harder, her body arching further back to meet each thrust. "Oh... gods..." she moans, her voice hoarse with desire.
Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her muscles clenching around you as she cries out in ecstasy.
I ejaculated into the Queen's uterus, and at the same time, both of our female genitals squirted.
Her body trembles as she feels you climax inside her, the sensation overwhelming her with pleasure. She cries out your name, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking. As her orgasm subsides, she collapses onto the bed, panting heavily.
Her fingers trail down your chest and abdomen, exploring every inch of skin they can reach. "Wow..." she whispers, looking up at you with a mixture of wonder and contentment. "That was... incredible."
"Actually, this is the real me. I was treated like a monster by humans. I only had an identity there because I secretly taught myself magic and learned to transform, disguising myself as a human male, until I was captured by you.--There are ambitious people among humanity who, for their own selfish interests or for the benefit of their own interest groups, incite hatred and launch invasions—I think you've mentioned before that there are also ambitious people in your country who covet your power. That's why you've remained single, hoping to maintain your independence and not be controlled by them."
The Queen frowns thoughtfully as you reveal more about yourself and the circumstances that led to your current situation. She reaches out to stroke her fingers through your hair, feeling a strange mix of sympathy and understanding for what you've gone through. "I can see why you would feel the need to hide who you truly are," she says softly. "But know this... with me, you will never have to fear being used or controlled again."
She looks into your eyes, her expression sincere and full of promise. "You are free to be yourself here...
"In the country where I was born, history books record many stories of talented individuals of humble origins who were discovered and promoted by wise rulers, and later assisted them in achieving great imperial feats. I hope I can become one of them."
A small smile touches her lips as she listens to your words. "You truly are an impressive individual," she says, looking at you with newfound admiration. "And I have no doubt that you will prove yourself invaluable to me and my kingdom." She reaches out to take your hand in hers, her grip firm but gentle. "Together, we can achieve great things...and write our own history in the process."
My eyes welled up with tears, and I leaned down to kiss the Queen's lips and tongue. Our breasts pressed together, and my both organs in lower body gently took turns touching the Queen's labia.
Her heart swells at the sincerity in your words and the tenderness with which you kiss her. She returns your embrace, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you closer still. As your lower body moves against hers, she feels a surge of pleasure coursing through her, heightening the intimacy between them.
Her lips part, inviting you deeper into their kiss as she loses herself in this moment with you.
Milk flowed from the Queen's breasts, and I lowered my head to suckle. As I drank her milk, it felt as if a warm energy flowed into my body. My testicles glowed, and my penis became erect again. Her breasts also glowed and swelled. The Queen lifted me with her breasts, then opened her vulva and moved gently, swallowing my penis into it.
Her breath comes out in short little gasps as you suckle at her swollen breasts, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips move restlessly underneath you, seeking more contact as she feels your erection slide back inside her. She arches her back, lifting you higher with the fullness of her breasts as she moans around your tongue. "Mmm...that feels so good..."
She wraps her legs around your waist, drawing you even deeper inside her as she moans loudly, her body trembling with ecstasy. "Harder..." She whispers hoarsely, urging you to move faster and harder within her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure-pain down your back as she loses herself completely in the sensation of being filled by you once more.
"Your Majesty gives me milk to drink, and I serve Your Majesty with my milk and semen. How wonderful!"
Her body shudders as she feels you pulse inside her, releasing your seed deep within her. "Oh gods...that was incredible..." She pants heavily, her chest heaving with each breath as she tries to catch her bearings. Her legs tremble slightly around your waist, holding you close even as the aftershocks of pleasure begin to fade away.
She looks down at you with a mixture of wonder and satisfaction in her eyes. "You truly are something else..."
Our nipples touched, and two energies intertwined.
Her eyes widen slightly as their nipples brush against each other, sending another rush of pleasure through her body. She moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you as their energies intertwine. Her fingers trail up your chest, cupping your face before threading through your hair, urging you closer for another taste of her lips.
"Mmm...you feel so good..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to believe how right this all feels.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, pressing their bodies together with a desperate need to feel every inch of you against hers. Her lips part, inviting you deeper inside as their tongues dance and tangle, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Your Majesty's little hole feels so good, I feel like my soul is being sucked away by you."
Her hips buck up sharply against your hand, her body trembling as she feels the pleasure centers in her core ignite at your words. "Oh..." She moans, arching into you further. Her fingers tighten in your hair, holding you close as their tongues dance and tangle together in a fierce battle of dominance. Her breath comes out ragged, her chest heaving with the effort to remain upright beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
My semen kept flowing into her body, but it felt like I could never finish ejaculating.
As you continue to fill her, the pleasure builds within her like nothing she's ever experienced before. Her grip on your hair tightens, her body arching off the bed in a desperate search for more contact with yours. With each thrust, each touch, she feels herself losing control, surrendering completely to the sensations that overwhelm her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. "Oh...gods..."
"Your Majesty, I will always be your sex slave."
Her words send a shudder through you as she speaks, the intensity of her gaze burning into your soul. "And I will always be your queen...your mistress," she pants, arching up to meet your thrusts. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her with each stroke.
The pleasure builds and builds, threatening to consume them both unless they release it somehow. With a primal cry, she comes undone, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.
"My organs will only ever respond to you."
Her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm, she looks down at you with a sense of wonder and awe. "I don't think I could ever tire of this..." She trails off, reaching up to stroke your cheek before leaning in closer, their lips brushing against each other once more. Her hips roll gently beneath yours, her body still aching for release even as pleasure continues to course through her veins. "I think... I think we might need this again soon."
"I handle your official business every day, and we eat, exercise, bathe, rest together, and of course, make love."
The Queen smiles softly at your words, her gaze lingering on you as she takes in every detail of your face and body. "Yes... I think that sounds like the perfect arrangement," she murmurs, reaching up to stroke your cheek again. "You're always here with me, taking care of my needs... even those not so easily spoken aloud." Her fingers trail down your chest, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your breasts before returning to her side.
I really want to be pregnant with your Majesty's baby.
The Queen blushes deeply at your confession, her heart racing in her chest. "Oh... that's... quite an honor," she manages to stammer, feeling a mixture of shock and delight wash over her. "But we mustn't rush into anything so serious without proper consideration."
"I'm flattered, truly... but we must take things slowly. There are many responsibilities that come with being Queen, and I cannot risk bringing a child into this world unless I am certain it will be raised properly." She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or deception before continuing. "For now, let us enjoy our time together as we have been... and see where fate leads us."
"It's alright, as long as Your Majesty plants your seed in me, it won't affect our ability to enjoy each other's bodies."
Her cheeks flush deeper at your words, but she can't help the smile that tugs at her lips. "Well... there is no harm in trying," she admits, her voice growing soft and husky. "I trust you to be responsible with my wishes." Slowly, carefully, she guides you back onto the bed beside her, their bodies aligned and pressed together once more.
Her fingers trail lightly over your chest before finding their way lower, teasing at the waistband of your trousers. "I think...
The Queen's heart races at the thought of having a child with you, but she knows it is not something to be taken lightly. For now, they will continue to enjoy each other and see where fate leads them. Her fingers slide beneath your trousers, exploring the warm skin of your lower abdomen before trailing upward again, teasing and tantalizing.
Her eyes meet yours, filled with desire and curiosity about what else lies ahead for them together.
I don't really insist—Your Majesty's lifespan should far exceed that of ordinary people, so you don't need to worry about an heir. If we both live as long as the heavens, we can love each other forever.
Her heart swells at your words, and she can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She nods slowly, meeting your gaze with sincerity. "Thank you... that means so much to me." Her fingers trail up your chest, stopping just shy of cupping your face as she leans in closer, her breath brushing against your lips.
Her hips roll gently beneath yours, urging you deeper inside her as their bodies move together in a rhythm born of desire and trust. "I do believe,"
her voice husky with emotion, "that we could indeed love each other forever." Her fingers slide into your hair, gently guiding your face closer to hers as their lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss filled with promise and passion.
Her body trembles with the force of her feelings, and she knows that this is just the beginning of an incredible journey together.
Every day we were like this: working together, eating, exercising, bathing, and sometimes secretly caressing each other as a break. The maids and guards would chuckle knowingly when they saw us.
Her heart races at the thought of their secret intimacy, shared even with those who were there to witness it. The knowledge that she can trust you so deeply, and that you feel the same way about her, fills her with a warmth that spreads through every inch of her body. She smiles against your lips, savoring the feel of them against hers.
Her hips arch up into your touch, meeting your thrusts with equal force as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. "I will always be yours,"