Click!
Before the two maids had the chance to remove their clothes, the bathroom door swung open, revealing one of the most breathtaking elves I had ever seen.
Her blonde hair was a cascade of liquid gold, woven with living, shimmering blossoms that pulsed with a soft, inner light. Her skin was flawless, the color of fresh cream, and her eyes—her eyes were the color of a deep, emerald forest, sparkling with a mischievous, knowing light.
She was naked. Her body was slender yet curvy, with full, round breasts that were topped with hard, pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to a neat triangle of golden hair that nestled between her legs.
But it was her dick that truly caught my attention.
It was BIG! Too big for her slender frame, a magnificent, throbbing beast of at least 16 inches, with a thick, pulsating vein running down its length. The head was a deep, angry purple, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that promised a taste of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her balls were also massive, the size of my head, hanging heavy and full between her legs.
My pussy twitched, my own cock, which had been slowly softening, sprang back to life, harder than ever.
'Now that's a cock,' I thought to myself, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. 'But how can she walk normally?'
This is the first time I've seen an elven futa with a dick this huge. She was unbalanced, and her posture was all wrong.
I mean, just from walking, her balls were constantly getting in the way and slapping against her thighs with a wet, smacking sound. It was both comical and incredibly sexy.
It was a cock that demanded attention. A cock that deserved to be worshipped.
Slap. Squelch. Slap.
The newcomer didn't seem to care that she was walking like a person trying to navigate a minefield with a bowling ball strapped between her legs. Each step she took was wide and deliberate.
She caught me looking—really looking—and her emerald eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Admiring the family heirloom?" she asked, her voice a husky, melodious purr that vibrated right through my bones. She stopped a few feet from the tub, resting her hands on her hips in a way that pushed her breasts out and made her monstrous dick give a little happy lurch.
"!!!" The two maids flinched upon seeing the woman. Their lust from moments ago instantly evaporated and was replaced by raw, unadulterated fear. They quickly bowed their heads, their bodies trembling.
"Y-Your Majesty," they stammered in unison, their voices barely a whisper. "W-we... we were just..."
"Just being bad girls?" the woman—apparently the queen—finished for them, a sly smile on her face. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. In fact, I'm here to... join in the fun."
So... this is the elven queen? The bitch who cursed Leaf?
She was not what I expected. I was picturing a cold, regal, aloof ruler, not this... this walking, talking, breathing embodiment of raw, unfiltered lust with a dick that could double as a club.
"Hehehe~... the more the merrier," I said, a wide grin spreading across my face. "I was just about to test their loyalty."
"Loyalty?" the queen raised an eyebrow, her emerald eyes gleaming with amusement. "Darling, in this palace, the only loyalty that matters is to pleasure. And I am its queen."
She then turned to the two maids, her expression hardening.
"Now," she commanded, her voice dropping to a low, authoritative growl. "Get out. And don't come back until you've learned how to properly please a guest."
The two maids didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled to their feet, their movements clumsy and frantic, and fled the bathroom, not even bothering to pick up their discarded uniforms.
Click!
The door closed behind them, leaving the queen and me alone.
"So," I said, leaning back against the tub, my cock standing at full attention. "You're the queen."
"And you're the one who brought me my stag," she replied, her eyes roaming over my body, her gaze lingering on my tits and my cock. "Morgana, isn't it?"
"The one and only," I said, a smug grin on my face. "I hope you're not disappointed."
"Disappointed?" she laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Darling, I am... intrigued. Very, very intrigued."
She then walked towards me, her heavy balls slapping against her thighs with each step. She stopped at the edge of the tub, her cock hovering over my face, the head glistening with pre-cum.
"You have an... impressive package," I said, my eyes fixed on her massive member.
"Hehehe~... so do you," she replied, reaching down and stroking my cheek with her thumb. "But I think mine is bigger."
"We can measure it later," I said, my tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from the tip of her cock. "But for now... I think it's my turn to be the one who gets serviced."
"Bold," the queen purred, her emerald eyes darkening with lust. "I like that."
She then stepped into the tub, the water sloshing as she settled herself to my right.
Up close, the sheer scale of her was dizzying. That sixteen-inch monster rested against her toned stomach like a coiled serpent, the thick vein pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Every breath she took made it twitch, made the angry purple crown kiss the underside of her own breasts and leave a shining smear of pre-cum there.
I reached out without asking. My fingers curled around the impossible girth of her shaft. It was hot. Not warm, hot. Like a living furnace. My thumb and middle finger couldn't even meet on the other side.
The queen—Her Majesty, apparently—let out a low, approving hum.
"Careful, little outlander. It bites when it's hungry." She took her own massive, heavy balls in one hand, lifting them slightly as if presenting a prize. "And these are very, very full. The royal line requires regular… donations."
I just grinned, shifting to face her fully, knees braced on the underwater bench so my own cock bobbed between us, brushing against the underside of hers in a slow, deliberate slide. The contact sent sparks up my spine. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. Two futas sizing each other up like dueling blades.
She reached for me—long fingers wrapping around my length with casual possession. No hesitation. No teasing preamble. Just firm, knowing strokes that made my hips jerk forward on instinct.
"Mmm. Respectable," she said, almost clinical, like she was appraising fine wine. "Thick. Good heft. The curve is… enthusiastic."
"Enthusiastic?" I barked a laugh, my eyes locked on hers. "Wait until you see what I do with it. I don't just 'present' my gifts, Your Majesty. I deliver them."
My own grip tightened on her shaft, my other hand coming up to cup the impossible weight of one of her balls. It was heavy, hot, and the skin was stretched taut. I could feel the churning inside.
"Tell me, Your Majesty, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you in the bath with me?" I asked, leaning in.
She smirked.
"You have a certain... reputation that precedes you, Morgana the Impaler," she purred, her thumb circling the head of my cock, spreading the bead of my own fluid.
"I just wanted to see who dared to slay some of my citizens, tried to seduce my captain of the guards, make a mockery of my steward, and then present me with a prize. I find courage... intoxicating."
Her other hand moved from my cock, tracing the line of my jaw, her touch sending shivers through my body.
"Besides," she leaned in closer, her emerald eyes burning with a dark fire, her breath warm against my ear. "I've been feeling… bored. For a very, very long time. And you, my dear, look like the most excellent cure for boredom."
That's when I smelled it again. That faint, metallic wrongness.
Demonic corruption.
It was coming from her. More specifically, from her dick. It was faint, almost completely masked by her overpowering scent of magic, honey, flowers, and pure, raw lust. But it was there. A subtle, insidious poison that had worked its way into her very essence.
'Don't tell me that she made a pact with demon gods, used their power to give herself a bigger dick?'
The thought was so absurd, so utterly ridiculous, that I almost laughed out loud. But the evidence was right in front of me. And given the futa culture of their elven kingdom, it was not impossible.
'Tsk... how stupid, if she just waited for me to come, I'll be happy to give her a 50-inch cock with more girth than her waist.' I thought to myself, a wide, predatory grin spreading across my face.
"Well then," I said, my voice a low, husky purr that matched her own. "Let's not keep Your Highness... bored."
"Please call me Sylvana," she said, before guiding my face to her massive cock. "Show me what that mouth can do."