When Zenna awoke, it was night.
The sun had set just recently, as evidenced by the few streaks still apparent over the horizon molded by the walls surrounding Underhill's capitol. The elf tried and failed to will her body to sleep many times without success. Either way, her body felt uncomfortable and she wanted to rise from her mattress. She sat upright on the bed, her breasts brushing against her crossed legs and soft shaft. Her eyes hurt, and she rubbed them. The pounding knot at the back of her head seemed to have shrunk. Impossibly straight baby blue strands of hair clung to her skin.
Zenna scrolled her heavy eyes across the room, and it was soothing to her that the living quarters appeared empty. Nothing seemed to be disturbed, but she noticed there was a plate near the door piled high with meats and fruits. Whether it had been there when she returned to her room hours ago or was placed there while she slept, she was not sure. Her belly rumbled with hunger, unhappy with the mediocre meal she shared with Marcus earlier that day and she waddled over to the plate. Each step was a chore, but she succeeded and grabbed the offering of nourishment. Zenna sat at one of the room's many desks and began eating the wonderfully tasteful food slowly and quietly.
I wonder if any of this is that one girl's, Versas?
she thought, remembering the cook Marianne had pointed out to her earlier.
Zenna finished her food and began staring at the empty plate before her. The elf felt immense guilt that somebody was still trying to feed her after all the sins she had committed. She brought her hands up to her face to rest upon them, only to find her façade completely coated in dried tears and mucus. She whimpered lightly as if trying to force herself to cry.
Gods, please, please, why did you curse me? Why am I like this? Am I just an experiment? Just a genetic malfunction? Some freak just to stir up trouble? Something to laugh at from the heavens above, a jester for the gods' court?
I bet that's it, right? "Oh, let's just give her the biggest of everything we have to offer! Sure, she'll be treated like shit by the world, but with a body like that, she'll be happy, right?" Was that your thinking? What am I for? Why am I here? Why am I like this?
Why... do I even exist?
Why, why, why?
She received no answer and kicked the table's underside in frustration. Her hands sucked her skin as she peeled them away from her face, a line of liquids connecting her claws to her cheeks. It was nearly dense enough to see her own reflection on her palms. Taking a second to breathe, it was only
now
she realized she stunk to high heaven. Resigning to her fate, she stood and approached the bathtub, taking another moment to marvel at its artistic construction. Zenna felt poorly of herself, thinking it to be a crime she had dirtied it earlier. Water was soon flowing out of the facet as the elf undressed, her baggy clothes falling to a messy pile nearby.
The cool air of the room began to steam a bit as the warm water shared its heat with everything it touched. While awaiting the water to finish filling the tub, the elf glanced around, only now noticing someone had cleaned the room exceptionally well. There was not one drop or puddle of her productivity apparent anywhere she looked. Teeth gnashed into her lip as remorse coated her heart -- someone had worked so hard to please the elf, they had no idea that the same girl was up on the roof, yelling her little head off at the queen.
Water was nearing the tub's edge when she shut the faucet off. Under the setting sunlight it was painted a beautiful orange shade, like a pool of magma. It even seemed to steam like molten rock would, and certainly Zenna felt drawn to it like steel to a magnet. She took one of her fleshy legs and dropped it over the side, cooing at the liquid's perfect temperature. The rest of her form was worked deeper into the warm cocoon, feeling especially pleasant on her genitals and breasts which were still a tad sore from the previous night. As the last of her body below the neck fell in, the elf felt as if the water itself would protect her from all possible harm.
Zenna came to rest on the bottom of the tub like the night before, her breasts bobbing like floats before her as their weight was relieved. A smile forced its way through her lips, driving them upright. Bathing was one of the purest pleasures this mortal plane had to offer the girl -- not only was it the only place where her heavy body felt at rest, but it also gave her a sense of control. Here, no harm would come to her. The world was powerless. It could not touch her, hit her, yell at her -- nothing at all. Zenna felt safe in the tub as if an army guarded her being. Content that her subjects would protect their queen, the elf's heavy eyes grew even more weighted and she drifted off to sleep.
...
A door closed somewhere in the room. It was quiet, but not quiet enough to escape her pointy ears.
Shaken from her slumber, Zenna was proliferated with paralyzing fear. Her first instinct was to panic, scream, or try and escape as the heart in her chest pounded, echoing through each breast. But none of those things happened as the elf came to realize the intruder was likely another maid here to "help" her. Pale legs were raised from the tub's bottom until their knees pushed into her chest. Thin arms wrapped around the legs, pulling them even closer so her breasts became squished on her torso. Feeling a presence in the room, Zenna wanted nothing more than to feel in control of her body -- something she knew was about to be ripped away from her.
Footsteps were heard rounding the corner, coming to a stop a few steps behind the elf. Silence hung in the air for a few moments with enough weight to crush stone, but the intruder did not speak as they watched the back of Zenna's head.
The bathing woman sighed, "fine then, don't say anything. I do not know what you want this time, but you're not getting it. I am sorry to disappoint you. Are you a friend of those sluts from last night? Or better yet, are you
one
of them, already recovered and ready to use me again? Want me to get you nice and full once more?"
Then a sound was heard, like something being dropped softly to the floor, and the person exhaled.
"If you have nothing to say, then just listen. I... I really do not appreciate either you, or anyone else coming in here like this. Do you want to use me? Or maybe you just want to gawk at the freakish, demonic elf? Did you hear about me from Sienna and her gang, what they did to me? Using my body for their own pleasure? They raped me last night. I begged them to stop, but no. All my pleas were ignored. They just wanted to be filled until they pop, my body just a way for them to feel truly alive. They rode the beast for all it was worth."
The intruder began to approach.
"That's all that matters then, isn't it? Just this freakish machine of a body encased by my skin the gods cursed me with, making me their experiment. When people look at me, they see a monster in elven form. Everyone just cares about my flesh. About how I can fill them. Make them feel alive. Do you really think..."
"... and that's why I am here for
you,
Zenna," came a sultry voice.
The elf's mind stopped dead in its tracks as it ate the words up and spat them back out as it realized whose voice had spoken them.
The intruder came around the side of the tub, their naked body on display. The tall, pale woman was older than Zenna by more than a few years, but still had a body to rival a woman nearly half her age. Her large breasts sagged only slightly after their many years on this mortal plane, resting atop a flat and wide belly which itself flared out into an impressive set of child-bearing hips. Zenna's eyes continued to travel the woman's body, eventually meeting her soothing, smiling face.
"M-Marianne, w-what are you...?"
"Hush," she said in a quiet but commanding manner, snapping the elven jaw shut on command. The leggy woman climbed over the edge of the tub, placing an appendage on each side of Zenna's skinny waist, pushing the tiny girl's legs to the tub floor until her round ass was sitting atop the sleeping giant between the elven thighs. Her smile never ended as Zenna below her began shaking with frustration.
"You... you...!" anger began to flare up in the elf's voice and she tried to crawl away, but it was a wash under Marianne's weight.
"Zenna... please, just listen to what I have..."
"NO! I will not listen to you human pigs lie anymore! Get the hell away from me!"
the elf growled loudly. The queen's eyes expanded as the flaccid cock was dragged along her rear cheeks, a moan forced from her lips. Still, Marianne steeled her resolve and continued.
"P-please! I just want to say I'm sorry! W-we all treated you so poorly, I wanted to make it up to you, to show you how much I care!" the woman leaned in closer to the elf's face, her blonde locks draping across her monumental elven chest. Zenna leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, as to be as far away from the queen as possible. She felt trapped under the royal's weight as her face continued to snarl.
"D-don't touch me! I don't want to..."
Before the elf could blink, the queen leaned in further and kissed Zenna hard on the lips, forming a tight seal. Zenna's belly and chest tightened as Marianne stole every ounce of air from her lungs. The elf could feel burning lust emanating from this woman, a simple, sheer, animalistic desire. Their eyes met, seemingly having an entire conversation in a single moment. Zenna's first-ever kiss lasted only a moment before she pushed the queen off her.
"M-Marianne! Stop this! What do you intend to prove!?"
"I want to show you that I value
you,
Zenna, and not just your friend here," said the queen, reaching behind her sizable rear and finding Zenna already growing, arousal pumping through the thickening rod like a hydraulic pump, raising it higher and higher. The elf moaned as Marianne's fingers dug into her half-hard flesh. The fleshy dragon arose from its slumber, pleased that someone was straddling it. As the shaft caressed the queen's bottom, she shuddered and turned to look at it, losing her breath as she did so.
Gods... it's so... she is so...
Seeing the queen lose her senses as her body became ignited, the elf knew she had to scare the woman off, and fast, "b-but your husband, the k-king! What would he say if he found his queen in here, a bitch in heat?"
Marianne looked hurt as her vision came off the cock and stared at Zenna, but continued, "I talked to him after our, say, discussion. You awakened something in me, Zenna; I was only thinking about the solution. I was not thinking about who I would be trampling on along the way. With the entire weight of the kingdom and our people on our shoulders, we still have to look strong for everyone. They look up to us each and every day, expecting for us to bring them a miracle. After ten years of that... I was just unbelievably ready to take the first hope I saw and run with it."
She leaned back into the elf, who snarled as she expected the queen to steal another kiss from her, "It was wrong of us to expect so much out of you without getting to know you. Please, forgive us. Trinas and I have had this stress hanging over us for so long, it just..."
The queen paused as she began looking for the right words. She scanned Zenna's body as if the answer were tattooed to her somewhere, "we just wanted to see our kingdom survive. That goal blinded us. In desperation we agreed to the plan of sending out scouts to find someone... someone like you."
"Y-you mean a cock like mine! You don't care who it's attached to as long as..."
"No! I mean
you!
We were meant to find
you,
Zenna! I meant what I said earlier, how all these events coincided leading to you and Marcus crossing paths. What if your village was never raided? Or you perished back then? Or if someone else had bought you as a slave, and thrown you in some depraved sex dungeon until you died?"
Although she said nothing, Zenna felt as if the rage inside her would sear her skin open.
How can you say this!? Was all of my suffering just to bring me here so your people could be happy!? I watched my family get slaughtered like animals, and you say it was just some coincidence!?
"But none of that happened, and here you are.
You
will be the reason that Underhill will be saved.
You
will be remembered throughout the annals of history, your name spread through the ages of Underhill until the very day our kingdom is destroyed.
You
