Chapter 1

“My lord,” The curtain was pushed passed as my advisor entered. “I’ve come too...” His voice trailed off as he walked in.

The Elven King was sitting back in his chair inside the imperial viewing box. There was a viewing hole at the battleground below but his focus was not on the arena. Rather, it was on a beautiful young elf, her head bobbing up and down as she used her tongue to please him. She had long blonde hair, which was currently undone and spilled over her shoulders.

Her robs were on the floor around her and she knelt on a soft pillow as she performed the act. He could see her small pointed ears poking through her hair, and her body was thin and lithe. She had small, firm breasts that barely moved as she bobbed her head, her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were flushed.

“It’s rude not to knock, Lord Rathlar.” The Elven King said, my eyes turning towards the curtain.

“I did,” My advisor replied, his eyes transfixed on the girl pleasuring me.

The King reached over with one hand and lifted her chin so that her crystal blue eyes could look up into mine. She opened her mouth and his cock slipped out of her mouth.

“My lord?” She asked.

“Take your place. I must speak with My advisor.”

She smiled and stood, her naked body on full display for Rathlar. He gulped as his eyes fell onto her pussy, and watched her as she moved onto the smaller seat beside the king. She reclined, opening her legs and keeping herself on display for me.

“Now that you’ve interrupted, you might as well do what you came here to do.”

“Yes, My Lord.” Rathlar bowed. “We’ve received word that the first batch of recruits will be arriving soon.”

“How many?” the king asked, glancing down at the girl, who was playing with her pussy as she stared at him.

“10 if needed, but we will make sure that the numbers stay even.”

“Good work, Rathlar.” The King nodded. “You can leave.”

“As you wish.” He bowed once more and turned away.

“Rathlar.” The king whispered.

“Yes, My Lord?” walked back towards me.

“Where is the Elven queen? Where is my wife?”

“She is being bathing. She will then be prepared for the event, My Lord.” He answered.

“Very well. Give me good notice before she arrives. You know she doesn’t like to watch.”

“Yes, My Lord.” He bowed yet again.

The curtain fell closed and he disappeared, leaving me alone with the elf.

“Tell me your name.” The king turned his head back to the young elf.

“Tessa, my lord.”

“Well, Tessa.” He placed one hand on her leg and stroked it gently. “Would you like to get a little more comfortable?”

“I would love nothing more, my lord.” She smiled and sat up.

She stood up off the small chair and crawled onto my lap, facing me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Her lips were soft, and she smelled like the lilies of the fields.

“What about the tournament, My Lord?” She asked as she lifted herself and lined her entrance up with the tip of my cock.

“It doesn’t start until the sun is at it’s peak. We have lots of time.”

“Good.” She smiled, lowering herself down onto my shaft. “Because I have lots of holes for you to use.”

“My lord, the Elven Queen will arrive shortly.” Rathlar announced.

The Elven King let out a soft grunt as he pulled his cock out of Tessa’s mouth and shot his load across her face and chest. She panted softly and leaned back on her pillow, her body covered in his seed. She rubbed it all over her body, her fingers gliding along her smooth skin as she spread it across her flat stomach and her small, perky breasts.

“Put your robs back on Tessa and take your place.” The king ordered.

She smiled and nodded, picking her light blue robe up off the ground and wrapping it around her naked body.

“Yes, My Lord.”

She stood up off the cushion between my feet and made her way over to her seat, a spot that was reserved for those who pleased the Elven King. She sat down, letting out a content sigh and crossing her legs as cum continued to escape her holes.

The Elven King stood up and tucked himself back into his trousers, walking over to the basin of water and cleaning himself off. A towel was held out for him, and he dried his hands off.

“The queen has arrived, My Lord.”

The curtains opened and the Queen, his wife, stepped in. She was a tall woman, slender and fit, with long red hair. She had small firm breasts, a nice tight ass, and emerald green eyes. She was wearing a red silk dress with gold embroidery. It clung to her curves and left her shoulders bare. Her nipples were erect, poking through the thin fabric of her dress.

She bowed before the King and took her seat beside him. She was still covered in the scent of the perfume she had been bathed in.

“My dear.” She said softly.

“My love,” the Elven King stood and took her hand, kissing it softly. “Thank you for coming.”

“Anything for my husband.” She said, sitting in her seat beside his, opposite Tessa.

“Your majesty.” Tessa greeted her, bowing her head.

“Ulthrien.” The queen mumbled.

Ulthrien meant shadow maiden in the old tongue. She labeled all the girls who had a special place by my side as such.

“Have you had fun with my husband today?”

“Very much, your majesty.” Tessa grinned. “He filled me to the brim and then some.”

The queen scoffed and looked away.

The Elven King turned to Tessa and glared at her.

“Sorry, my lord.” Tessa lowered her gaze.

“Stand.” He demanded as I stood up.

“Yes, My Lord.” She followed.

She stepped out in front of him and waited. He put his hands in the center of her robe and ripped it open.

“My lord!” She gasped, as her naked body was put on display once more.

“Don’t move until told to do so.” He said with a commanding voice.

“Yes, My Lord.” She swallowed nervously.

He raised his hand and brought it down hard against the side of her breast. She let out a yelp as a large red mark formed on her skin. He struck her once more on the other side, leaving another large mark on her other breast. She let out a soft whimper but did not speak. He continued slapping her breasts, over and over, causing her nipples to become erect and her small breasts to jiggle as much as they could. She had tears in her eyes, but she didn’t dare cry out.

“That’s what you get for upsetting my wife,” he growled, pinching her nipple and shaking it.

“Yes, my lord.” She winced. “Thank you.” She said softly, looking up at me.

“Now, be a good girl and sit.”

“Thank you, My Lord.”

The king sat down, and the queen turned her attention back to the arena.

“Thank you, my love.” She said softly.

“It’s nothing.” He took her hand in his and kissed it.

“They are ready to start the fights, My Lord.” Rathlar informed me.

“Begin,” the Elven King called out.

From their imperial box, the Elven King and Queen gazed down at the field below. The arena was filled with the cheers of their people, their voices a harmonious chorus of excitement from the stands surrounding.

From the left side of the arena, the male elf entered. He was a tall figure, his presence alone commanding respect. His armor was a masterpiece, gleaming under the sunlight. Crafted from the finest mithril and adorned with emeralds, it covered him from head to toe, each piece perfectly made with protection in mind.

From the right side, the female elf made her entrance. Her eyes were crystal blue and piercing. She was beautiful and her body was the perfect balance of power and femininity. Her attire was designed for agility and revealed more of her form than the male’s armor.

Also crafted from mithril, it accentuated her lithe physique with minimalistic coverage. The chest plate was intricately designed, shimmering with sapphires that caught the light as she moved. Her skirt was made from delicate silver chains that flowed around her legs with every step, shimmering like liquid moonlight. The chains were strategically placed to offer both freedom of movement and protection.

Her arms and legs had magical protection. Thin greaves on her shins had enchantments woven into the metal and were crafted with beauty and protection in mind. She had elegantly crafted bangles along her arms, glowing with enchantment to protect her arms. A circlet adorned her brow, allowing her long, flowing blonde hair to cascade freely down her back.

The two elves faced each other in the center of the arena, their blades drawn. The female’s sword was thin and light, ideal for quick strikes.

The male elf struck first, his powerful swing aiming to overpower her. She deftly dodged, her movements a blur of elegance and speed. Her sword flashed as she countered, aiming for the gaps in his armor. He parried with a swift block, their blades clashing with a resonant ring.

They circled each other, the male relying on brute strength and heavy strikes, while the female used her agility and precision to outmaneuver him. She danced around his attacks, her footwork light and her strikes calculated. Each of her movements was a testament to her training and natural grace.

The male elf managed to land a glancing blow, his sword catching her shoulder. She winced but did not falter, her eyes narrowing with renewed determination. With a swift spin, she closed the distance, her blade cutting through the air with deadly accuracy. She struck low, her blade finding a weak spot in his armor and drawing blood.

The crowd roared, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. The male elf staggered but quickly regained his footing, his eyes burning with the will to win. He lunged forward with a powerful thrust, but she sidestepped, her sword flashing as she deflected his attack and delivered a sharp riposte.

Her strikes came faster now, a relentless barrage that kept him on the defensive. She moved with the fluidity of water, each attack flowing seamlessly into the next. The male elf struggled to keep up, his powerful swings becoming slower and more desperate.

Finally, with a graceful leap, she vaulted over his sweeping attack, landing behind him. Before he could turn, she struck, her blade coming to rest just inches from his neck. He froze, realizing the fight was over.

The arena erupted in cheers, the sound echoing through the stands. The male elf grudgingly bowed his head in defeat, acknowledging his loss. The female elf accepted his surrender and helped him to his feet.

As the cheering died down and the two combatants stayed in the center of the area.

The male elf started taking off his armor. Piece by piece, it was discarded, until he was standing completely naked. He was an impressive figure, his body sculpted by years of training. His muscles were lean and defined, and his skin was scarred and battle worn.

His cock was already rock hard, a testament to his battle lust and desire for the female elf. The crowd watched, he lay on his back and offered himself to her.

The female elf took a few steps back and looked at him. She then began taking off her armor, removing each piece with deliberate slowness, as she stared him down. She revealed her slender form, her pale skin practically glowing under the sun. She was smaller and thinner than the male, her body built for agility and flexibility. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples erect from the cool breeze.

The crowd cheered once more, their anticipation building as the female elf stripped. She walked towards the male elf, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

She crouched down over him, her eyes locked on his. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. She rubbed the tip against her lips, coating it with her juices. The crowd hushed as the two elves connected. The female elf slid her pussy down the shaft of the male elf. They both let out a moan of pleasure as they were joined.

The male elf held onto the female elf’s hips as she rode his cock, her body moving with fluid grace. Her hair cascaded down her back, her breasts bouncing slightly as she fucked him.

The male elf knew his task. He had to hold himself back and let the female elf use his body to reach climax. He would have to wait for her orgasm before he could even think about his own pleasure.

The female elf’s breathing became heavier, her movements more erratic as she chased her release. The male elf gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on her hips. He could feel his orgasm building, but he knew he had to hold on.

The crowd watched in silence, the only sounds were the moans and gasps from the elves below.

The female elf reached her peak, her body tensing and shuddering as she came. She screamed out in pleasure, her voice echoing through the arena. Her pussy clenched around the male elf’s cock, her juices coating his shaft.

The male elf let out a groan as he finally allowed himself to let go. He pumped his hips upwards, burying his cock deep inside the female elf as he shot his load. His seed spilled into her, filling her up and coating her insides.

The crowd roared, their cheers thundering through the stands.

The female elf quickly stood up off of her defeated combatant and stood over his face. She spread her legs, her pussy dripping with his cum. He lay still as she allowed him to coat his face with his own seed.

“You fought well.” She said. “But you are no match for me.”

She looked around the arena, her eyes locking onto my imperial box. She bowed towards us and the Elf Queen and I waved at her. A sign of a good fight, and a better victory.

The male elf stood up off the ground, cum dripping down his face. The two elves shook hands, showing the crowd the true spirit of the competition. The crowd erupted once more, their applause echoing throughout the arena.

“Another splendid display,” the Elven King commented as he turned to his wife.

“Indeed,” she smiled. “She will bear strong children.”

“Indeed she will.”

The Elven King took the Queen’s hand and kissed it.

“Will you stay and watch the rest?” he asked.

“I think I will this time. I’m rather enjoying the entertainment,” she grinned.

“Then let the tournament continue!” the Elven King called out, as he turned to his advisor.

“Yes, my lord. Send in the next fighters.”

The two naked elves picked up their gear from the field and were led out by the guards. Two more warriors, one male and one female, entered the arena.

From the left side of the arena, another male elf entered. He was slender but still strong, his movements appeared fluid and precise. His armor, made from a rare dark mithril, was designed for both stealth and protection. Adorned with amethyst crystal and intricate purple patterns, it covered him with a sleek, shadowy elegance. Each piece was perfectly crafted to allow silent, unhindered movement. He wore no helmet, showing off his sharp, calculating orange eyes. Purple gems seemed to float around him, moving with him as if they were part of him.

From the right side, the female elf appeared. Her presence was captivating, a blend of ethereal beauty and lethal grace. Her eyes were a striking shade of emerald green, glowing with an inner fire. Her armor, crafted from regular mithril, was lightweight and form-fitting, emphasizing her slender body. The chest plate was adorned with emeralds that matched her eyes, catching the light with every step.

She wore a short, layered skirt made of overlapping mithril plates, each etched with delicate designs and infused with protective enchantments. Her bracers, intricately carved and enchanted, covered her forearms, while her greaves were similarly detailed, providing both beauty and defense. A delicate, gem-studded tiara adorned her head, allowing her fiery red hair to flow freely down her back, a striking contrast to her green eyes and shimmering armor.

As they took their positions in the arena, the crowd’s cheers rose in anticipation. The male elf drew a pair of sleek, purple blades, their edges gleaming with a deadly sharpness. The female elf unsheathed a single, elegantly curved sword, its surface glowing with a faint, magical light. The arena fell silent as they prepared to face each other, the tension palpable in the air.

They circled each other slowly, their gazes locked. Then, in a sudden blur of movement, they clashed, their swords meeting with a resounding clang. Their blades danced and sparked as they fought, each move calculated and precise.

The male elf moved with fluid precision, his twin purple blades a blur of motion. He attacked relentlessly, each strike swift and deadly. The female elf parried skillfully, her single curved sword deflecting his blows with an elegant grace. She moved like a dancer, her fiery red hair flowing around her like a flame.

Their battle was a mesmerizing display of skill and agility. The male elf’s strikes were relentless, his speed and precision a constant threat. The female elf countered with a fluidity and grace that was almost hypnotic, her movements a perfect blend of offense and defense. The crowd watched in silent awe, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment.

With a sudden burst of speed, the male elf pressed his attack, his blades a whirlwind of deadly strikes. The female elf matched his pace, her sword weaving a shimmering pattern of defense. They moved in perfect harmony, their blades clashing and sparking in a deadly dance.

Despite her skill and grace, the female elf began to tire. The male elf’s relentless assault was wearing her down. She stumbled slightly, her defense faltering for just a moment. The male elf seized the opportunity, his twin blades striking with lightning speed.

He disarmed her with a swift, precise strike, her sword flying from her hand to land in the dust of the arena. Before she could recover, he brought one of his blades to rest just inches from her throat. The female elf froze, recognizing her defeat.

The arena erupted in applause, the crowd cheering wildly for the victorious male elf. He lowered his blades and stepped back, offering the female elf a respectful bow. She returned the gesture, acknowledging his skill and her own defeat with grace.

Just as before, the defeated elf began to strip off their armor. She removed each piece with care, her movements slow and deliberate.

She revealed her slender form, her skin smooth and unblemished. She was slim, her curves subtle but still captivating. Her breasts were small but pert, her nipples erect in the cool breeze. Her pussy was shaved and her red hair was a wild mane down her back after a well fought battle.

The male elf waited patiently, and when she was done, he began to remove his armor. His armor was a masterpiece, crafted by master dwarven blacksmiths. The dark mithril was adorned with amethyst that glowed like stars in the night sky. Piece by piece, he removed the armor until he was left bare. The purple crystals that floated around him faded out of view. His cock was already rock hard, a testimony to his battle lust and the sight of the naked female elf before him.

The crowd watched in silence, the tension in the air thickening with every breath. The two elves stood there for a moment, their gazes locked, the only sound was the wind gently rustling the leaves.

The male elf reached out and cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She moaned softly, her eyes closing as she leaned into his touch. His hands explored her body, his fingers ghosting along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She shuddered, her nipples hardening even more.

His mouth replaced his hands, his tongue teasing her nipple before sucking on it. She gasped, her head falling back as she reveled in the sensations. His fingers continued their exploration, sliding down her stomach and slipping between her legs. She whimpered, her legs parting slightly to give him better access.

He found her clit and rubbed it gently, making her squirm. Her breathing quickened, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was on the verge of orgasm, her body trembling with need.

But he stopped. She wasn’t allowed to climax. That was a gift given to the winning female elves.

“On your knees.” He commanded.

She obeyed, sinking to her knees before him. His cock was inches from her face, the tip glistening with precum. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him, her eyes never leaving his. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she worked her hand up and down his length.

“Put your mouth on it.”

She did as he commanded, her lips closing around his cock. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the tip. He growled, his hands tangling in her hair. He pushed her head down, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.

She sucked and licked his cock, her head bobbing up and down. He thrust his hips, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. He groaned, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure. She took his cock deep into her throat, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned her out of tradition.

She pulled the cock out of his mouth and stroked it with her hand. His cock pulsed and then exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum all over her face and breasts. She gasped, the warmth of his seed on her skin. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as he rode out his orgasm.

When his cock stopped throbbing, he opened his eyes and stared down at her. She was covered in his cum, her face and breasts glistening. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with desire. He took her hand and helped her stand, their eyes never leaving each other.

The male elf then turned towards the imperial box and took a bow. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers and whistles echoing throughout the arena. The defeated female elf joined him, taking a bow as well.

“A magnificent display,” the Elven King remarked to his queen, as they both applauded the impressive duel unfolding below.

“Indeed,” she smiled in agreement.

They watched as the two elves shook hands out of respect and were escorted out of the arena by the guards.

“Will you be staying for the rest?” he inquired.

“I think that was enough, actually,” she replied. “It was quite entertaining, but I’m not sure I could sit through the rest.”

“I understand,” he nodded.

“Thank you for inviting me. It was a wonderful way to celebrate our anniversary,” she said warmly.

“Of course,” he replied, kissing her hand. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Well, I will leave you to your tournament,” she said, standing up and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. “Have fun, my king.”

“Thank you, my queen,” he responded.

She bowed to him and walked away, her hips swaying with grace as she disappeared from the Imperial box.

“Rathlar,” the Elven King called out to his advisor.

“Yes, my lord?” Rathlar responded, stepping forward.

“Tell the next combatants there has been a delay,” the king instructed.

“Yes, my lord,” Rathlar nodded and exited the box.

“Tessa,” the king called next.

“Yes, my lord,” Tessa replied, stepping towards him.

He beckoned her forward, and she knelt between his legs, unfastening his trousers. His cock sprang free, and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

“I’m sorry for speaking to the queen in a disrespectful manner, my lord,” Tessa whispered as she began to stroke his cock.

“Don’t apologize for the disrespect,” he said, gently petting her hair. “Apologize for making me hit you.”

“I’m sorry for making you hit me, my lord,” Tessa smiled.

“Tell your Queen that her husband filled you with his seed,” he laughed. “You are bold.”

“I was just telling the truth, my lord,” she replied.

“I want you to do it again,” he commanded, glaring at her.

“My lord?” she questioned hesitantly.

“If you don’t mind being punished, tell the Queen about what we did together when we’re done,” he insisted.

“I ... As you wish, my lord,” she hesitated.

She leaned down, running her tongue up the length of his shaft. She sighed as her lips closed around the tip, taking his cock into her mouth. He placed his hand on her head, guiding her movements as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock. Her tongue teased the underside, sending shivers down his spine. He groaned, his hips bucking as she took his cock deep into her throat. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it, her hand gliding up and down the shaft.

“I can’t wait for the queen to know that I did this to you,” she said softly, smiling.

“I can’t wait to punish your breasts again,” he grinned.

She moaned softly and stroked his cock faster. He closed his eyes, his body tensing as his orgasm built.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hips thrusting upwards.

“That’s it,” she urged him on. “Cum for me, my lord.”

His cock pulsed and then exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum all over her face. She gasped, the warmth of his seed on her skin as it glazed her body once more. She kept stroking him, milking every last drop.

“That’s a good girl,” he panted as his orgasm subsided.

“Thank you, my lord,” she smiled.

“Fix your robes,” he ordered.

She quickly pulled her robes up and covered herself, the blue fabric sticking to her skin. She looked down and noticed that the front of her robe was drenched in his cum.

“Go tell your queen what you’ve done,” he ordered.

“Yes, my lord.”

He watched her leave the imperial box, excited for her return.

“Rathlar.”

“My lord?” Rathlar pulled back the curtain and entered.

“Send the next combatants in,” the king instructed.

“Yes, my lord,” Rathlar nodded. “As you wish.”

From the left side of the arena, the next male elf entered. He was a broad-shouldered warrior with a commanding presence, his dark hair tied back to reveal chiseled features. His armor, forged from blue mithril, was adorned with ruby accents. The armor covered his torso, leaving his arms free for the twin axes he wielded, each blade glistening with a deadly sharpness. His eyes, a piercing gray, surveyed the arena with a steely determination.

From the right side, the female elf appeared. Her entrance was met with a hushed awe, her beauty and strength evident in every movement. Her eyes were a captivating shade of violet, filled with a fierce intensity. Her armor, crafted from silver mithril, was lightweight and designed for maximum flexibility. The chest plate barely covered her breasts and was adorned with a single, large amethyst that shimmered in the sunlight. She wore a short, layered skirt made of mithril scales that allowed for swift movement. Her bracers and greaves were enchanted. A delicate silver circlet adorned her head, framing her cascading purple hair.

As they took their positions in the arena, the crowd’s cheers rose in anticipation. The male elf hefted his twin axes, their blades glinting ominously. The female elf unsheathed a long, slender spear, its tip glowing with a faint, magical light. The arena fell silent as they prepared to face each other, the tension palpable in the air.

They began to circle each other, eyes locked in a silent challenge. The male elf struck first, his powerful swings aimed to overpower her. She deftly dodged, her spear a blur as she countered with swift, precise jabs. Their weapons clashed with a series of sharp, ringing sounds, each strike met with equal skill.

The male elf used his strength to his advantage. His axes whirled through the air, each swing a potential knockout. The female elf moved with graceful agility, her spear darting in and out like a serpent. She used her speed to keep him at bay, her movements fluid and unpredictable.

She parried a powerful blow, the force of it sending her staggering back. Sensing his opportunity, the male elf closed in, his axes moving in a deadly arc. With a swift, decisive strike, he knocked her spear from her grasp, the weapon clattering to the ground.

The female elf, though unarmed, stood her ground, defiant and unyielding. The male elf, recognizing her bravery, paused for a moment before lowering his axes. He offered her a respectful nod, acknowledging her skill and tenacity.

The arena erupted in applause, the crowd cheering wildly for the victorious male elf. He lowered his weapons and stepped back, offering the female elf a bow of respect. She returned the gesture, acknowledging his victory with grace and dignity.

Their armor hit the ground with a loud clang. Their naked bodies glistened under the sun.

The male elf was a powerhouse of muscle and brawn, his body sculpted by years of intense training. His arms were thick and corded, his shoulders broad, his chest wide, and his legs were strong and sturdy. Between them was his rock hard cock, already dripping with precum.

The female elf was slim and slender, her muscles lean and defined. Her breasts were small and firm her pussy was shaved and her purple hair was a wild mane down her back after a battle.