Kingdom Cum

So, finally we are alone, my soon-to-be Queen of the Elves.
No, I haven't mispoken.
The public out there may think you are Queen already, but those who matter know what is at stake if we do not follow age-old tradition.
Who am I, you ask?
I am the real Queen.
Don't look so shocked, you will be too, soon enough.
I am the one who determines whether you can rule.
I am the source of power that feeds the royal bloodline.
My name is Elyssia.
I am sure you have noticed the perfection of my form.
Each of my curves, the infinite softness of my round breasts, the gold hair that trails down long legs, it is all of a design that captures perfection in your eyes.
Even now, I can feel your lust, even if you do not quite comprehend it.
Though perfection is nothing without balance.
Perfection of femininity balanced with its equal in masculinity.
Let me show you.
Gaze upon my form, my ambitious princess.
Now do you understand?
You are so beautiful, so delicate, I can feel the quivers of your skin through the air.
That's right, your eyes do not deceive you.
Two long, thick cocks, and, yes, a heavy burden hangs beneath them, filled with warm seed that you will soon partake of.
I am sure when you were young, in the time before you were confined to castle walls, you happened to see those breeding bulls out in the fields of your domain.
I am as they are, though more verile.
Fear not, I am designed for your enjoyment. No royal line would subject themselves to ritual humiliation.
I will fill you in every conceivable sense.
You will drink me down as if I was the finest wine, and you will come back to me to drink again, as all royals inevitably do.
Come, take me in your hands.
See how warm I feel.
They are heavy and hard, straining against the skin.
Yes, that's right. Those swollen orbs feel heavy, don't they.
You will taste