The Iron Hog trudged through the broken bodies of the elven royal guard. They were skilled swordsmen, the best in Hevillin, precise to the extreme with swords as long as any polearm yet as thin as blades of grass. But they were completely mismatched against the Iron Hog. The hulking beast had no flair nor style in battle. He had sacrificed dexterous skill for unbreakable invulnerability. Though he was slow, he was strong. He had an endurance far surpassing any elf. The royal guard were no match for him. Though it was the longest battle many of the elven swordsman had ever fought they all met the same end. At the gates, in the lobby, along the stairs, and through the halls the shattered remains of graceful warriors decorated deep craters in the architecture like broken porcelain plates to a kitchen floor. The Iron Hog was relentless in his purpose. A smell most refined, most magical, and most lustful permeated the royal castle of the elves. He would, on this day, take for himself their Queen.
With a push punctuated by his usual mouth breathing the Iron Hog forced open the ornate doors to the bedchamber of the elven Queen. It was a beautiful room of violet curtains, white wooden furniture, and bouquets of grown gemstones. There was large veiled bed to the right and balcony to the left. Between the two, sitting at her mirror, was the elven Queen, Elomaya Valroris. Her upright posture revealed all of the elegance any queen should carry herself with. Even sitting it was clear she was about a half-head taller than even the armored intruder. Her long stark white hair ran down her back like the waterfall heard beyond the balcony. Her body was lithe, thin, and pale. Modesty dominated her form. A pink dress of wrapped silks with golden accents adorned her, showcasing her simple figure. A small tiara of crystal adorned her head. "Halt!" Her voice was stern and full though her expression was one of serenity, "You trespass in the most sacred home of the elven people. I have heard much of you, Iron Hog. Your determination is admirable but I cannot let you have me nor my kingdom without a fight." With a wave of her hand a pale dome covered her, shimmering with a pattern of white shields. "You will not take me."
The Iron Hog, like any of our kinsmen, would not be denied his prize. Certainly not after coming so far. With a mighty swing, he brought down his massive iron club on the magical barrier. The barrier yet remained and pale magic poured into the great weapon. It cracked with white light and shattered! The Iron Hog was sent onto his back with a squeal.
But he was not deterred. The beast possessed of pure lust may have even been inspired by the prospect of having to exercise before his final meal. He rolled onto his stomach and pitched himself forward with arms open. He grasped the barrier in a tackle and with all his might bore down upon it in an attempt to break it in an iron clinch. The Queen's serenity dissipated. She did not think the Iron Hog would quit but she severely underestimated his power. Elomaya knew that if this warrior had the strength to break her strongest barrier with his bare arms there was very little to anything else she could against him.
A guttural roar rose from the deepest parts of the Hog. White sparks of magic resisted him and singed his body. But he would not be denied. He felt all of us with him in his codpiece. He was a member of the Gaping Skull and we suffer death before we suffer failure towards our harems! A scintillating crack rang out in the magical barrier. Then another. More and more followed until in a burst shimmering shards of light the Iron Hog crushed the magical sphere in his arms. Queen Elomaya felt the magical feedback and recoiled in pain. The Iron Hog, too, had exhausted himself and fell to his knees. Scorch marks covered his armor and the stink of burning metal actually overwhelmed his usual odor. "And so it is warrior." The Queen rose before the winded beast and strode towards the balcony. "You have utterly defeated me. Anything I cast now would pale in comparison to that which you have overcome." She stood against the dusk warm light outside. "I have heard what you have done to the women of my kingdom. I have heard you have...taken them." The Hog perked up. That smell again. A profound lust. "I have even heard that they join you. 'Serving' you whenever you wish. Their wailing in pleasure can be heard for miles." She turned to look at the Iron Hog who gazed back on his knees. "What is it you like about us elven women, warrior? Answer me this."
Gruff and separated by heavy inhales: "There is no beauty in this world like an elf."
The Queen looked off in thought. A sense of pain filled her face. "Then I am afraid I am no worthy prize for your accomplishments, warrior. I have had few suitors and no lovers. I lack the beauty so common in our kind. They are repulsed by me. Even this you see before you is an arcane illusion I weave for the people's trust." Elomaya's silhouette illuminated in pale light. The Iron Hog raised a hand to shield his eyes. When the light faded standing before him was the same pure white hair adorned by a tiara and flawless pale skin but that was all that resembled the queen he had seen before. Her thin modest frame had been replaced with one of pure sexual obscenity. In her pink dress, her chest had expanded out into two watermelon-sized tits barely covered by the pink silks that lifted them, pancaking out of the sides. Her ass had rounded out to a definitive shelf against two thick thighs. The silks she wore struggled to contain her matronly curves. Her lips, which remained pale, had become fuller breathed heavily in anticipation. Her eyes radiated with silver light and flited about the room in embarrassment. "This is my true form. It is so obscene no elven dressmaker has been able to properly accommodate me. I am reminded of its indecency with every step I take! Everything jiggles." She said cringing and wrapping her arms around herself causing her breasts to swell across the top and bottom of her arms. Silver eyes looked up in a demure shyness that defied her queenly aura. "Do I not disgust you?"
In less than an instant, the Iron Hog stood before her and placed a hand on her shoulder. His rise and approach were done with a degree of speed that would have horrified any onlooker especially given his size. It may have been the fastest the man had ever moved. All of his energy had been restored. His codpiece had been thrust off by his massive throbbing erection. The greatest compliment a member of the Gaping Skull could offer.
"Queen Elomaya Valroris...By the rights and customs of the Gaping Skull you are now mine!"
