Hera's taste was different, while Tauriel was like a submissive but still active passion, Hera was shy, accepting everything he did to her.
She didn't reject him, she didn't push him away, she moaned on his cock, but she was always guided, doing what he wanted, but without any fire, she was like stagnant water, moving where he led.
It was... boring.
Tauriel fought back, climbing on top of him, kissing him, hugging him tightly, calling his name and asking for more.
But Hera... whom he expected more from, bored him.
So much so that after cumming twice, he stopped, looking at her ravaged naked body, he used vitality to heal her and then left. - I'm going to heal Olwyn.
Hera looked at Smaug's indifferent face with some confusion, she noticed that something was wrong.
Tauriel described it as a fire that wanted to burn her along, ravaging her for hours, but in less than an hour he stopped, with a cold and indifferent face, he left, this confused her more, she waited a little for the vitality to heal, then went to the bathroom to wash, when she came out, she went straight to Tauriel, she needed answers.
Tauriel was picking berries at the lake with the children, but as soon as she saw her, she handed the basket to a giant elf child and approached.
-So? How was it? - Tauriel asked curiously, Hera had already gone to her before, not wanting to lose her friendship because of it, Tauriel raised her hands and feet in welcome, she spent ten years of love, it's true, but there were times when she thought she was going to die, she shuddered with it, the problem was that at the time it was very good, after... it was horrible.
-I... I don't know. - Hera spoke what happened in the room confused, hoping Tauriel had answers.
Tauriel thought for a moment and asked, "You let him drive without doing anything, right?"
-Yes, wasn't that what he wanted? - Hera asked confused.
Tauriu chuckled lightly, then burst out laughing. "Hera, you did exactly the opposite of what he wanted."
Hera had a confused look on her face.
-Hera, do you know why he chose us, among all the women in Middle-earth? - Tauriel asked.
-...redheads? - She guessed loudly that she had thought of it before.
-...Actually, I think he really likes redheads, but no, it's not that, it's because we're warriors. - Tauriel explained calmly, after thinking about her answer for a bit.
-Warriors? - Hera was shocked. - Just for that?
Tauriel shrugged. "Probably also because you're beautiful, but yes, being a warrior is a very important factor, perhaps the biggest one. When we do this, he likes it when I respond to him, when I encourage him, when I fight back. You stayed quiet and let him do everything, he must have been irritated."
Hera opened her mouth and closed it again, somewhere between understanding and exasperation. "You should have told me this before, he's probably mad now."
Tauriel laughed and said, "I'll tell you what you need to do..."
Hera listened attentively, blushing rapidly the more she heard.
-That...that's so shameful! - Hera shook her head.
-Well, it's up to you, but he loves it, like, he gets really crazy when I do it. - Tauriel shrugged.
Hera bit the corner of her mouth, but finally nodded.
In the throne room, Smaug sat on the throne.
After healing Olwyn, who was shocked by this, then seemed to understand something, the woman sighed and thanked him, with a slightly downcast face, she knew that what was done was done.
Even if it wasn't consummated, now that she was healed, it only remains to be seen what the dragon will do with them if they refuse, so she didn't move and stayed there, depressed and thoughtful.
He went to the throne room and sat down, he liked to sit there to think, anyway, sitting or lying down, it didn't make much difference to him, he could even sleep standing up.
As he was thinking, he felt someone arrive, with the upper part of his elf body, he didn't have a keen sense of smell, although he kept his hearing for obvious reasons, so he couldn't tell who came, only that the footsteps were lighter, but he didn't care, there weren't many who could get past the guards.
When he felt the person sit on his lap and rub their ass against his groin he smiled, without opening his eyes, he transformed the lower part of his body into an elf, the woman took his cock and began to play with it, pressing it against her pussy, until the ass rose a little and fell again, now impaled.
He moaned comfortably as her ass began to rise and fall, the sensation of being swallowed, of being squeezed inside her, his hands moved, pulling her closer by the abdomen with one hand and the other pulling her head for a kiss.
Their lips collided, it felt different, less knowledgeable, like a... newbie, he opened his eyes and saw the redhead with some surprise, Hera's eyes were closed as she moaned softly, moving her hips against his and responding to his kiss.
He broke away and looked at her, wearing only a white flowery spring dress with nothing underneath, her dress riding up from behind, her ass still bumping against his pelvis.
Hera opened her eyes and looked at him blushing, but she didn't stop moving.
Smaug laughed, laughed heartily, happily, he turned her around and placed her on all fours against the throne, impaling her from behind, she moaned on his cock, bringing her ass closer after pulling away.
He pulled her up, putting his hand inside her dress and holding her breast, clearly larger than Tauriel's, feeling it and squeezing it, he moaned more, his other hand holding her head, he pulled her into a passionate kiss
She reached behind her and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer as she couldn't control her moans anymore.
The couple had a great time, Hera let go of all inhibitions at this point, she promised to be his wife, she would be, at first it was an obligation, but then came the ecstasy and soon she lost herself.
Hours later she finally understood Tauriel, she felt exhausted, sprawled over him still on the throne.
Too tired, she could only speak a few unintelligible syllables and fainted exhausted.
Smaug sighed and looked at the entrance, now closed with a figure poking its head in. "Are you finished? I've been here for an hour."
He laughed and said, "You did well, let me reward you."
"Hmm... tempting, but no, I'm hungry, I came to get you for dinner." Tauriel rolled her eyes at him. "Besides, she needs a bath, water, and a bed."
Smaug nodded, picked her up and covered her with her dress, he flew out the door and away, taking her to their room, where she would now sleep.
Tauriel looked at the mess and sighed, leaving and passing the guards, who for obvious reasons were two slightly blushing giant elves, she asked them to call someone to clean up and left.
The fact is that the custom is shit, she was embarrassed at first, then with Smaug's madness, she learned to live with the shame, as the dragon says, if you are not embarrassed, others will be.
--x--
Year TE 2782. October 12th.
King Smaug, ruler of Dragon Mountain, announced the second queen, the human princess of Rohan, Daughter of Helm Hammerhand.
The queen was given a crown of gold and emeralds, the king said that the emeralds matched her eyes.
Helena, our dear princess had an envious look during the banquet that followed, everyone was invited, even the trolls and the first generation thestralians (I still shudder when I look at them).
The king sat on his throne made of gold in the old treasury hall that had now become the feast hall, with the king taking all his wealth with him, he himself melted and shaped it with magic, each queen with a golden throne beside him now.
I think it must be uncomfortable, so the king asked for them to be lined with white wolf skins for the queens, the king didn't seem to mind.
The funniest part ended up being Olov drunkenly dancing with his vampire wolf, we would never let him forget that.
I wouldn't let it.
From the diary of the future historian and the most handsome among the moon elves, the gallant, Glamdyr.
--x--
The years passed again and soon twenty years had passed, the mountain was getting more and more lively over the years.
The number of inhabitants hasn't changed much, but the little elves have now all become young adults.
Smaug captured many professionals over the years and used them to teach all sorts of things to these elves, so the separation between the elves continued, he did not stop it, everyone did what they liked, being useful for themselves and finding their place in this mountain.
Tauriel and Hera's bellies remained flat, at this point they already understood that without help their child probably wouldn't be born.
But the problem was simple, he didn't want to kill the women, he fell in love with them, he saw them as companions, he didn't know how his child would be born, but if he killed the mother, it wasn't worth it.
He told them this, and they both got a little complicated after that, but in the end, they didn't say anything else to try again, hoping that he would find a solution in the future.
Tauriel was in no hurry, it takes tens of years to centuries for an elf to get pregnant, perhaps the problem wasn't even in the compatibility between them, but in the difficulty of the elves themselves.
Hera felt more contradictory, she spent twenty years as Smaug's wife, the habit caught her and love grew, she became attached to him, the way he cared for her even when he didn't need to, she understood that it's not that Smaug doesn't have feelings, but that he only gives them to a few.
Besides her and Tauriel, only Helena can take so much care from him.
Speaking of Helena...
--x--
The trio slept in the large bed in the royal bedroom.
Tauriel sprawled over him and Hera sleeping on her stomach beside him, still drooling and having slight spasms every now and then.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, but none of them seemed to move, even Hera seemed to be adjusting to the night shift.
It was at this point that the door opened, making Smaug open his eyes in irritation. He doesn't lock the door because no one has the courage to enter, but there is one person who doesn't care about that.
Smaug looked narrowly at Helena.
She had grown up, wearing a bright white sleeveless dress with a silver belt at her waist, her long white hair loose behind her with the tiara he had given her many years before still on her head.
Her red lips and eyes contrasted against her pale skin, she was a little taller than Hera and Tauriel, her breasts a little larger than Hera's, being clearly visible over the neckline of her dress, Helena had become a beautiful woman.
-Helena... - He sighed and raised an eyebrow at her.
Helena closed the door and didn't care about him.
Smiling, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap, he raised an eyebrow quizzically but didn't move.
She pulled the blanket away and lifted her dress, there was nothing there protecting her except the white pubic hair over her pink lips.
-Tauriel said, I have reached maturity, so now fulfill your promise, take me! - Helena trembled with excitement, she had been sneaking for years to see how it was done, so she knew what would happen, the drunken look of Hera and Tauriel, it was her turn!
Smaug didn't transform his lower half; instead, he laughed and said, "Maturity doesn't mean you're an adult; that's another fifty years away."
Helena's eyes narrowed dangerously, she bit her lip and thought of something.
With her legs open, under his surprised gaze, she turned and placed herself on his head, placing her already wet slit over his mouth, she had seen her do this with the girls sometimes, they seemed to like it and so did the king, so she decided to give it a try.
Smaug was just playing with her, he wouldn't make her wait another fifty years, but seeing the wet pussy in front of him, he sniffed and his pupils narrowed even more.
He stuck out his tongue and licked it, the taste was different, Tauriel was a little sweeter, Hera was more bitter, Helena was sweet with a slight sourness, like a green apple.
He held her legs and pulled her closer, tasting her, Helena moaned, not contained like Tauriel and Hera, she let it out, happy beyond measure, she also realized at that moment that Smaug's lower part had transformed.
Looking at that rod, she smiled and fell on it.
She took it into her mouth and sucked hard, she wouldn't say so, but she used some vegetables to practice, so her blowjob was better than the two women at first, Smaug gave an appreciative moan and the woman worked even more diligently.
Tauriel next door woke up first, at first she thought it was Hera, but after looking for a while, she sighed, she got up still naked without caring about the pair and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Hera, still too tired, didn't notice anything.
Smaug felt her cum on him, she let go of his cock and pressed her thighs against his head.
He turned her over and placed her underneath him, she was still sensitive, so he carefully lubed his cock into her soft entrance.
But to his surprise, it was Helena who moved first, hooking her legs around his waist, she pulled him in all at once.
Her back arched as she lost her voice, Smaug sighed and used his vitality to heal the flustered elf, soon Helena began to move with difficulty because she was underneath, Smaug laughed and helped her, she stopped and let him do the work, meanwhile she held him tighter with her legs and pulled his head to hers, kissing him passionately.
He sped up his thrusts as he kissed her, Helena looked like an octopus, wanting to suck him into her, clearly out of breath, but refusing to let him go.
Until he peaked and released inside her.
Helena's eyes widened, she came along with him, this stimulus was too much for her, she almost fainted.
Breathing heavily and out of breath, she smiled brightly, light tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself and pulled him back to her.
"Come on! Don't stop now! I want to be the first to give you a son! Let me give birth to an heir for you." She pleaded with renewed vigor, looking at him with burning passion.
Smaug's lips went dry and Hera, who was pretending to sleep, was shocked by the girl's boldness.
Hera got up and left quickly, she knew well what she had woken up to now.
Smaug didn't care, nor did Helena.
That day and the ones that followed would become known as the Three Nights of Helen, when Queen Helen fought with the king for three days and three nights without giving in, until she could bear it no longer.
Of course, no one dared to actually speak about it in front of the king or queens, but the screams were still heard very far from the king's room.
After that, on the fifth day, a huge banquet was held, the king was radiant, as was the new queen, who was given a throne next to Tauriel, which made her unhappy for a while because she was no longer close to the king.
In the end, Helen managed to convince Hera to exchange thrones with her, making her very happy.
Helena also won a crown of gold and rubies, the elves began to call the three queens by the stones on their heads.
The Diamond Queen, Tauriel.
The Emerald Queen, Hera.
The Ruby Queen, Helena.
In the end the king was so happy that the party lasted a week, but halfway through Smaug and Helen disappeared again and soon the screams returned.
Tauriel sighed as she sat on her throne, Hera beside her also had some more respect for Helena in her heart.
-She's a monster. - Hera said.
"Indeed, her strength is not much less than ours, but she has immense willpower when it comes to the king. She was probably very angry about fainting in the end, unable to satisfy him... Smaug really got lucky with the little girl," Tauriel said calmly, watching her people below enjoy themselves during the banquet.
Moon elves, giant elves, vampire wolves, thestrals, gargoyles and trolls.
The palace was full, the moon elves fed their black horses and the giant elves their wolves.
The king let them choose one for themselves and promised to give it vitality to prevent the natural death of the mounts.
So the elves formed a very strong bond with their mounts, unfortunately they could not speak, but the gargoyles could, despite being less smart than horses or wolves, they spoke, taking large pieces of meat, they walked around with a barrel of wine in one hand and a piece of meat in the other.
The first and second generation Thestrals were cared for by the Trolls, it was funny to see how they treated each other like husband and wife... also a little disturbing.
The moon elves and the now mature giant elves must look for their own mates soon, Smaug said he made them only interested in their own kind, he wanted to avoid problems between the two elves crossing.
Smaug also encouraged intermarriage, with orc and troll blood, the elves raised here were much more... excitable, than the other elves.
Thus couples were slowly forming, the king blessed the wombs of the females daily, some of them already pregnant.
The number of males of both species was greater than that of females, Smaug said something about natural selection and males usually dying first, so more of them are born, especially for orcs and trolls.
Smaug did not worry, the elves' lives were long and their numbers would increase over time and this problem would be solved.
The sound of the feast was cut by a low dragon roar every now and then, Tauriel wondered what the hell the two of them were doing, she looked at Hera, who looked back at her.
The two quickly slipped away.
In the end, the seven-day banquet was not attended by royalty, whether king or queen.