Chapter 2

He stood up, and Rathlar opened the curtain for him to leave the imperial box. They were escorted out of the arena and towards the palace along the dirt path, surrounded by six guards.

“What an event,” he sighed as they walked.

“It was quite the show, My Lord,” Rathlar agreed. “You seem quite satisfied.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “These tournaments never fail to impress.”

“That they do, My Lord,” Rathlar chuckled.

They arrived at the palace gates, and the guards opened the door for them. We walked through the gardens and into the palace. The palace was always bustling with activity. Servants went about their daily duties, nobles discussed business, and soldiers patrolled the grounds. They soon made their way through the winding hallways and up the stairs towards the throne room.

“Rathlar, find Tessa and send her to me,” he instructed, as they entered the throne room.

“Yes, My Lord,” Rathlar bowed. “I will send her to you as soon as possible.”

He sat on his throne, crafted from the finest materials and adorned with gold and jewels, symbolizing his power, wealth, and authority. Taking a sip of wine, he relaxed, the day’s events catching up with him.

After a few moments, the doors to the throne room opened, and Tessa walked in. Her hair was tied back in a loose braid, and her robes were immaculate.

“You summoned me, My Lord?” she asked, kneeling before him.

“I did,” he smiled. “Come and sit with me.”

“As you wish,” she replied, standing and sitting on his lap.

“So, how was the tournament, My Lord?” she inquired, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“It was a spectacular display,” he answered, running his fingers through her hair. “The fights were well matched, and the combatants showed their skills.”

“That’s good to hear, My Lord,” she said. “I do have some news, My Lord.”

“Oh?” he questioned, taking a sip of wine.

“Yes, My Lord,” she sighed. “I told the queen that I pleasured you until I was covered in your seed, and she didn’t seem to be offended.”

“Did she say anything?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes, My Lord. Although she seemed unaffected by the news,” Tessa looked away. “The Queen said you should punish me with twice the amount as last time.”

“Is that so?” he laughed.

“Yes, My Lord,” she answered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Well, you must obey the Queen’s rule,” he grinned. “I will punish you immediately.”

“Yes, My Lord,” she sighed, the trepidation in her voice growing.

He picked her up off his lap and stood her in front of him. Slowly undressing her, he admired her naked body—her skin pale and flawless, her breasts pert, and her pussy glistening with arousal.

He raised his hand to her again and gave her breast a hard smack. Her nipple grew erect instantly, and he smacked the other breast, causing her to moan.

“I have a different punishment. Bend over and hold your ankles,” he commanded, his voice stern.

She did as he commanded, bending over and holding her ankles. He could see her pussy lips glistening in the light, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Rubbing her pussy with his thumb, her juices coating his fingers.

“This will hurt, but when my wife demands punishment, it’s necessary,” he informed her.

“Yes, My Lord,” she replied, her voice laced with fear.

He swung his hand between her thighs and onto her slit, smacking it hard. She yelped, the sound echoing through the throne room. Repeating the action, he smacked her pussy with increasing force. Her legs shook, and she struggled to maintain her balance.

Continuing the assault, each smack sent a jolt of pain through her body. She whimpered, her cries growing louder with each strike. Tears streamed down her face, and she gripped her ankles, trying to steady herself.

After a few more hits, she fell to the floor, her legs unable to support her. She lay on her side, her body trembling. He crouched down beside her and looked into her eyes.

“That’s enough punishment. Would you agree?” he asked.

“Yes, My Lord,” she choked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Good girl,” he stroked her hair. “Go take a bath.”

“Thank you, My Lord,” she sniffed, as he helped her to her feet.

He watched her walk away, her legs shaking. Smiling to himself, pleased with his work.

As Tessa opened the main hall doors, Rathlar walked in past her.

“Ah, good timing,” he said.

“My Lord,” Rathlar bowed. “The winners from the tournament have been assembled.”

“Excellent. Send them in,” he commanded.

“As you wish,” Rathlar nodded.

The four victors from the tournament, including the winner from the fight to the death, were escorted into the throne room. Walking just before the steps to his throne, the group knelt down, their heads bowed.

“Please rise,” he said, as they all stood.

“On behalf of the Elven kingdom, I would like to congratulate you once more on your victories. You have all displayed exceptional skill and valor, and have brought great honor to our kingdom.”

“Thank you, My Lord,” they all responded.

“As you know our kingdom is vast. Many elves from different districts have traveled long and far to compete in these fights. This was the seventy second year of this tradition. It is the will of the Elven Kingdom that every year this tournament will be held to keep our people in fighting form. For without it, we would not be a true Kingdom.” The king smiled at the five victors. “Now, it is impossible for a king to know each elf across the land. Please rise from right to left and state your name, district, and speak freely if you wish.”

“Yes, my lord.” They all answered.

The muscular elf rose first, his voice booming through the throne room.

“My name is Grom of District 2. My wife and two sons will be very happy to hear of my victory.”

The fiery redheaded elf with the curved blade stood up next, her voice soft and feminine.

“My name is Mina. I am from District 4. I wish to thank you for this opportunity. I have always dreamed of competing in the Tournament. It has been my honor to show you my skills with a blade.”

The petite female elf stood up and spoke with a quite high pitch voice.

“My name is Kallisar of Distrive 1, My Lord.”

The knight in dark mithril with dual purple blades stood next.

I am known as Nirax of District 5. Thank you for the chance to prove my worth, My Lord.”

Finally, the female elf with blonde hair and the straight edge sword rose up.

“My name is Eryn of District 6. I would like to thank you for the opportunity, My Lord. This has been an incredible experience, and I am grateful to have been part of it.”

“I would like to thank you all.” The king stood tall and looked at the five of them. “You have brought pride and honor to the Elven kingdom. As such, you have each earned a spot on the new royal guard.”

“My Lord!” Rathlar was shocked.

“Yes. From now on, the five of you will be assigned as a personal guard for the Queen and myself. We have seen that you are the most skilled and will protect us when the need arises. As a show of gratitude, each of you will receive a room in the castle of your choosing, a salary, and access to any training facility.” The Elven King cleared his throat. “Unless any of you are opposed to this opportunity.”

“No, My Lord!” they all answered, their voices a thunderous chorus.

“Very well, then it’s decided.” He smiled. “You shall all join the Queen and myself for a feast this evening. Go and rest. Tonight, we will celebrate your victories.”

“Thank you, My Lord!” They each bowed and exited the throne room.

“That was quite the generous offer.” Rathlar stated as he walked up the stairs.

“Yes, well, I am nothing if not fair.” The king laughed.

“Indeed, My Lord.” He nodded.

“And now, I think it’s time for a bath.” The king said. “Will you inform the Queen that we will be dining together tonight?”

“Yes, My Lord.” He responded.

The King sat at the far end of a large tub, the water’s temperature perfect. The heat and steam relaxed his muscles, easing the tension in his body. He had a different female elf servant under each arm and several more bathing in the tub with him, including Tessa.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the edge of the tub, enjoying the sensation of the hot water against his skin. The female elves washed his body, their soft hands caressing every inch of him. Their touch was gentle and soothing, their bodies pressed against his.

The female elves under his arms began to massage his cock, their fingers rubbing up and down his shaft. They stroked him slowly, their hands working in unison to pleasure him.

He opened his eyes and looked around the bath. All the other servants were washing each other’s bodies, covered in soap and bubbles. He watched them, their slender bodies moving gracefully in the water.

To his left, the elf under his arm had long, raven hair that fell over her shoulders and breasts. Her skin was pale, her features delicate and refined. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips were painted a deep crimson. Her breasts pressed against his skin as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him gently.

To his right, the elf under his other arm had long, blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her skin was sun-kissed, and her eyes were a striking shade of blue. Slightly shorter than the raven-haired elf, they both had small breasts, just as all female elves did.

The blonde’s hand intertwined with the raven-haired elf’s around his cock, her fingers brushing against the other’s. She had a playful expression on her face, her eyes shining with excitement.

He sighed, enjoying the sensation of their hands stroking him. The water rippled around him, the steam rising in the air. The smell of soap filled the room, and the soft sounds of the female elves echoed around him.

“How old are you?” The king asked the blonde.

“My Lord?”

“Your age. How many summers?”

“Seventeen summers, My Lord.”

“What about you?” he turned to the raven-haired elf.

“Fifteen, My Lord.”

“You’re both young,” he groaned. “How did you end up as my servants?”

“Our father sold us, My Lord,” they both answered.

“It saddens me to hear that, but it is a story I hear more often these days,” he said with a heavy sigh. “The hardships of our times have driven many to desperate measures, even to the point of selling their own blood.”

“It is the way of the world, My Lord,” the blonde sighed.

“Perhaps. Still, there is something tragic about the fate of those who are born only to serve another,” he said, taking a deep breath. “That is why each year I have lowered the age before one can sell off their kin. Now, elves as young as fourteen summers can be sold and purchased.”

“We understand, My Lord,” the raven-haired elf said. “Our fathers did what they thought was necessary. We only hope to serve you well and find purpose in our new lives.”

“I think I’m going to give you a new purpose right now,” The King grinned.

He picked up his around around the blonde and moved it towards the raven haired elf. Placing his hand on the raven-haired elf’s thigh, he pulled her closer. She gasped, her body tensing as she realized what he was doing.

“Don’t be shy.” he encouraged. “This is the purpose I spoke of.”

He pulled her up so she was straddling his hips. Her small, wet body pressed against his, her breasts against his chest.

“Now, be a good little servant and sit on my cock,” he ordered.

She did as he commanded, lowering herself onto his erect shaft. She moaned, her body quivering as his cock stretched her tight pussy.

“What about me, My Lord.” The blonde asked, her eyes full of longing.

“Be gone.” he waved my hand. “I’ve made my choice.”

“Yes, My Lord.” The blonde’s face fell, but she did as he asked and swam away.

The raven-haired elf slid down until she was resting on his hips. He felt her tight walls around his cock, her body shaking from the sensation. She wasn’t even moving yet and she was gasping for air, her small body adjusting to his size.

“Only fifteen summers?” he said as he tucked some hair behind her ear. “And already so beautiful.”

“Yes, My Lord.” She managed, her breathing heavy. “Thank you, My Lord.”

He placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her body against his. She gasped, her eyes widening as he slid deeper inside her. He kissed her neck, her skin soft and delicate.

“You didn’t tell me your name.” he whispered.

“It’s ... it’s a name I shall not speak, since my father forsaken me.” She struggled to say.

“No matter. I will give you a new one.” The king said, as pressed down on her thighs, pressing my tip against her cervix.

She moaned, her body shaking as I pushed against her.

“From now on, you are Raven.” he touched her hair again. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, My Lord!” she said, as he pulled her down harder.

She cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy tightened around my cock, her body trying to resist me.

“Raven?” The king asked.

“Yes, My Lord?” She looked at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure and pain.

“Ride my cock, Raven,” he ordered, lifting his arms out of the water and resting them on the bath’s edge.

She did as he commanded, her body bouncing up and down on his shaft. Her small breasts bounced, and her mouth was open. Her body shook, and she cried out, her voice echoing through the bathroom.

He let her do all the work. He enjoyed the sight of her body as she moved, the water sloshing around them.

“M-- My Lord, your cock is so big.” She moaned.

“Of course it is.” he laughed. “I’m a king.”

She moaned louder, her body trembling as she rode me.

“Tell me, Raven.” he groaned, as her pussy slid up and down my cock. “Has a male elf ever taken you like this before?”

“No, My Lord!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking.

“You are a virgin, then.” he grinned.

“I was, My Lord!” she moaned, her body quivering.

“Well, then you are doubly blessed. Not only do you get to serve me, but now you have a first cock to remember forever.”

She didn’t respond, her body trembling.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked.

“I ... I think so, My Lord!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking.

“Then cum for me, Raven.” he sat back and watched.

Raven’s body shook uncontrollably as she climaxed. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her juices dripping down his shaft. She leaned forward, her body pressed against him, her eyes closed tightly.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her up and down, fucking her as she came. Her body was weak, and her pussy was still throbbing. She moaned, her voice muffled by his chest.

“That’s a good girl, Raven.” he grunted. “Now it’s my turn.”

He picked her up and began to use her body, slamming her up and down on his cock. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his chest.

She moaned, her voice vibrating against him. She was so light, he could easily lift her up and down on his cock. Her body was small, her breasts were firm, and her skin was soft. She was the perfect toy, and he intended to use her as such.

He fucked her, her pussy tightening around his cock with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, and her body trembled. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, and his cock was pushing her to the brink of ecstasy.

“My Lord, it’s too much!” she cried.

“You’ll take it, Raven.” he ordered.

He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, her juices flowing. He pushed her body down harder, burying his cock deep inside her.

She screamed, her voice muffled by my chest.

“Take my royal seed,” he said, as his cock erupted inside her.

She cried out, her body shaking with the sensation. He held her tightly, his cock pulsing inside her, pumping load after load into her young womb. He held her there, her body resting on his until his cock had finished emptying inside her. Her body shook, and her legs trembled. She leaned against him, her body weak.

“My Lord...” she whispered.

“Did you enjoy that, Raven?” The king asked.

He lifted her off his cock, her body limp and exhausted. He sat her in the bath and stood up.

“I have never felt anything like that before.” She panted. “My ... My, Lord...” She breathed.

“That’s enough for today, Raven.” The king said. “You are dismissed. Go to your room and rest.”

“Yes, My Lord!” She said, as she slowly climbed out of the bath.

He watched her walk away, her small body glistening with bathwater. Her pussy was red and swollen, and her legs were still trembling.

“She’s a good little servant,” he sighed, as he stood in the bath, his cock on display to all the other servants.

“Shall I clean that for you?” The blonde elf from before asked.

“You can,” he sat back down in the water. “But make it quick.”

She dove under the water and took his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip. She bobbed her head up and down, her throat stretching around his girth. He sighed, his cock hardening as she pleasured him.

She sucked him off, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her head moving up and down. Her tongue flicked over his tip, sending shivers through his body. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down further, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. He could feel her gagging and struggling, but he wasn’t ready to let her up for air yet.

He looked around the bath. All the female servants were watching, their eyes locked on them. They all wondered when, or if he’d let this small elf breathe again. The elves all stood still as she splashed frantically underwater, trying desperately to draw air. He knew she was running out of oxygen, and he couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d last.

Her small, pale hands gripped the edge of the tub, her nails scratching at the wood. She tried to push off, but he had her firmly in his grasp. Her struggles were futile, and soon her body went limp.

He grabbed the sides of her head and fucked her mouth underwater. He moved her head and body back and forth and he started to cum. His seed shot into her mouth and he forced her head to stay underwater until his balls were empty.

He pulled her up out of the water, her lifeless body dripping with bubbles and soap. He laid her on the outside of the bath and climbed out to check her pulse.

“Oh good, you’re not dead,” he said, as he slapped her across the face.

She coughed and sputtered, her lungs gasping for air.