“Haa… what a boring party,” I said, leaning back in my chair, my legs crossed, my glass of ‘spiced’ wine in my hand.

The maid, whose name I learned was Lira, was now standing dutifully by my side, her dark eyes scanning the room, her posture perfect. She was a good girl. Obedient. Eager to please.

And her cum was fucking delicious.

Sadly, no amount of cum-flavored wine could fix this bore fest.

Everywhere I looked, I saw the same thing. Elves in their fancy clothes, drinking their fancy wine, talking about their fancy business. There was no passion, no fire, no life.

It was all so… sterile. So calculated.

They weren’t living. They were performing.

Fuck! All they did was talk about politics and war. A bunch of old, grumpy elves complaining about the humans and the ‘demonic’ threat.

The only saving grace was the constant flow of beautiful men and women, all of them eyeing me like a piece of meat they couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into. I could feel their hunger, their desire, their envy.

And I loved it.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

I wanted to see them break. I wanted to see them lose control. I wanted to see them give in to their most primal desires.

I WANTED TO SEE A FUCKING SEX SHOW.

‘Hehe… maybe I should start one myself,’ the idea was tempting. So tempting. ‘Should I release a potent aphrodisiac? Or maybe a lust-inducing spell?’

I leaned back, the marble of my chair cool against my skin, while Lira’s presence at my shoulder provided a delicious, radiating heat. I swirled the golden-white mixture in my glass, watching the pearly streaks of her climax dance through the elven wine. A slow, wicked smile spread across my face.

“Lira,” I murmured, my voice a low purr that cut through the stuffy ambiance of the hall.

“Yes, my lady?” she replied instantly, her body tensing with anticipation.

“Be a dear,” I said, taking another slow sip of my drink. “And pour me another. But this time… a little less wine.”

Her breath hitched. I didn’t need to look at her to know her cheeks were flushing that deep, enticing shade of brown. With a slight tremor in her hands, she took the glass from me and moved to the decanter.

She didn’t touch the wine.

Instead, she placed the crystal goblet on the table before me, right in the line of sight of a gossiping trio of High Elves who kept darting venomous glances our way. Lira faced me directly, her dark, doe-eyes locked with mine. With a quiet sigh, she lifted the hem of her simple grey maid’s skirt, exposing her thick, powerful thighs and the heavy, dark cock that hung between them.

“My lady,” she whispered, her right hand slowly lifting her balls, exposing a cute pink little moisture-glistened entrance. “Do you want to taste my ‘wine’?”

“Hehehe… I like your initiative,” I chuckled, my own cock twitching in its obsidian cage.

“Your wish is my command.”

She pumped herself with a renewed fervor, her hips rocking slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her cock was a magnificent sight, dark and proud.

However, the ‘wine’ she was speaking about was different.

My eyes widened in pleasant surprise as Lira picked up the crystal goblet. She then positioned it under her cute little pussy, a few inches away from her winking entrance.

And then she pissed.

A steady stream of dark-red liquid, the color of fine merlot, flowed from her, filling the glass with a heady, aromatic steam. The scent was incredible, a mix of tart berries, rich earth, and something uniquely her.

When she was done, she presented the glass to me, her head bowed, her body trembling slightly.

“An honor to serve, my lady,” she said, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and utter submission.

“What a treat,” I said, taking the glass from her.

The High Elf trio were now staring openly, their faces a mixture of shock, disgust, and a disturbing, undeniable fascination. One of the women, a haughty-looking blonde with a silver tiara, looked like she was about to be sick. Another, a raven-haired beauty, was licking her lips, her eyes wide with a dark, curious hunger.

However, that confused me a lot.

I mean, Lira was the palace maid. She was clearly trained to do such a thing to serve the nobility. But then why the shock?

Unless only the queen and a few of her inner circle would do such a thing.

“I’m so proud of you, Lira,” I said, my eyes locked on the High Elf trio. “You’ve made my evening.”

I raised the glass to my lips and took a long, slow sip.

The taste was… divine.

It was tart, sweet, and slightly bitter, with a complex, earthy aftertaste that lingered on my tongue. It was like drinking the essence of the forest, of life, of lust.

I let a groan of pure, unadulterated satisfaction escape my throat, loud enough to make the raven-haired High Elf across the way visibly shudder.

“Lira,” I breathed, swiping a thumb over my wet lower lip and then sucking it clean. “You’re full of surprises. Tell me, do the other maids ‘decant’ for their masters like this, or am I just special?”

Lira’s head stayed bowed, but I could see the proud curve of her smile.

“You are the first, my lady. To be offered this is… a sign of immense trust. A rare vintage. My family has served the palace for generations. We are… different.”

“Tsk.” The haughty blonde across from us let out a delicate, disgusted snort, finally finding her voice.

“To serve such filth is no honor. It is a sickness of the blood.”

Before I could even respond, Vespera appeared at my side like a wraith, a half-empty glass of black liquid in her hand. She glanced from the red wine in my glass to Lira’s modestly lifted skirt, then to the seething High Elf.

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered the palace’s hidden cellars,” Vespera purred, her tone dripping with amusement. Then she gave her half-empty glass to Lira. “Top me up, would you? With your finest.”

Lira, without a word, took Vespera’s glass and produced another stream of the dark-red liquid, filling it to the brim. Vespera took it, took a deep sip, and let out an appreciative hum.

“Exquisite,” she said, smacking her lips.

“Now, as for you,” she turned her gaze to the blonde High Elf. “The only sickness I see is a severe case of a wooden stick up your ass. I’m sure Morgana could help you with that if you ask nicely. She’s an expert at removing obstructions.”

“You…” The blonde’s face turned a shade of purple that clashed horribly with her silver tiara.

“Ves, my dear, that wasn’t very polite,” I said, my tone light, teasing. “A wooden stick is the last thing she needs. I think she’d benefit more from a nice, thick 50-inch cock. Don’t you think?”

The blonde looked like she was about to have an aneurysm. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no sound came out.

“HAHAHAHAA!” A loud, booming laugh suddenly echoed through the hall, silencing all the whispers and drawing every eye to a grand table near the center of the room.

There sat an elf.

But she was unlike any elf I’d seen so far.

She was massive, easily towering over the others even while seated. Her skin was the color of polished mahogany, and her muscles were so defined they looked like they were carved from granite.

She had wild, untamed black hair that fell in a thick curtain down her back, and her eyes were a striking, piercing gold. She wore a simple leather vest that did little to hide her powerful physique, and her arms were covered in intricate, swirling tattoos that glowed with a faint, inner light.

She was holding a massive tankard of ale in one hand, and with the other, she was slapping her knee, her whole body shaking with laughter.

“Vespera!” the elf bellowed, her voice a deep, husky rumble. “Where did you find this moon elf? She is fucking hilarious!”

“General Fenris!” Vespera waved back, a wide, genuine smile on her face. “I see you’re as loud and obnoxious as ever.”

“Aww, come now, Ves, you know you love it,” the elf, Fenris, said, taking a long swig of her ale and strode toward us. “It’s been too long.”

“Indeed,” Vespera nodded. Then she gestured towards me. “This is Morgana, my… companion.”

“A pleasure,” I said, standing up, my lips curling into a predatory grin. The elf before me was a warrior, the scars on her body telling stories of countless battles. I could feel the power radiating from her, raw, untamed, and utterly intoxicating.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Fenris’s eyes roamed over my body, her gaze lingering on the obsidian cock ring and the silver chains on my breasts. She then let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Damn, Vespera. You weren’t kidding. She’s a real beast,” she said, her gold eyes gleaming with a mixture of admiration and lust. Then she looked at Lira, who was still standing by my side.

“Here, fill my cup, girl.” She handed her an empty tankard. “And make it a strong one.”

Lira nodded, her expression unreadable, and took the tankard.

“So,” Fenris turned her attention back to me. “What brings a beautiful moon elf like you to this den of snakes?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I countered. “You don’t seem like the type to enjoy these… bloody gatherings.”

“Ha! You’re right about that,” she chuckled, her muscles rippling with the movement. “But the queen insisted. Said it was ‘good for morale.'”

She then leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Between you and me, I think she just wanted an excuse to show our people’s ‘strength’ to these noble fucks,” she said, her eyes flicking towards the High Elf trio, who were now trying very hard to ignore us.

“The war with humans is not going well. We’re losing ground,” she said, taking the filled tankard from Lira and downing it in one go. “The human Gray Legion is a pain in the ass. They just had a former chapter master join their ranks.”

“And the worst part? They have a dragon.”

“Dragon?” I raised an eyebrow, the memory of the world tree burning flashing through my mind.

‘The undead dragon,’ I thought.

“Aye, a big one,” Fenris said, her expression hardening. “A red-scaled dragon. It burns our forests, our homes. Our magic is useless against its flames.”

‘So it’s not the undead one,’ I thought. ‘Hmm… should I go and steal that dragon?’

My twin sister didn’t let me have her dragon cock, so it’s only fair that I get my own.

“But don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” she said, her grin returning. “We’ll handle it. We always do.”

“I’m sure you will,” I said, my smile never leaving my face.

Thud! Thud!

The massive doors to the hall swung open again, this time with such force they slammed against the walls, the sound echoing like a thunderclap.

All conversations ceased. All eyes turned towards the entrance.

A herald announced, his voice clear and loud.

“Her Majesty Queen Sylvana.”

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