Stallion adjusted the heavy satchel slung over his shoulder as the towering gates of the Empress's castle loomed before him. His green skin, a deep hue inherited from his father, glistened under the midday sun, and his sharp tusks glinted as he smiled with feigned simplicity. He had made sure to present himself as a straightforward orc warrior, hiding his cunning intellect and magical prowess beneath a mask of brute charm.
The elven guards flanked the massive entrance, their silver armor shimmering, their gazes sharp and suspicious. As he approached, they moved to block his path.
"The Empress allows no weapons or magical devices within the royal court," one guard declared, his tone cold.
"Not a problem," Stallion replied, raising his hands in a show of innocence. His muscular arms were at least three times the size of the elf guards. "I've come alone and unarmed, save for gifts to honor your great ruler." He slowly opened the satchel, revealing several glittering trinkets and intricate artifacts crafted to appear harmless.
The guards exchanged wary glances but as one of the guard wizards looked over the trinkets and shook his head they stepped aside, motioning for Stallion to proceed.
The grandeur of the castle's main hall struck even Stallion, who had seen his share of wonders. High ceilings adorned with glowing crystal chandeliers, walls painted with centuries of elven history, and the faint scent of jasmine in the air--it was a kingdom of perfection. But his attention was fixed on what lay beyond the hall: the throne room, where his real mission awaited: to seduce and breed the young elven empress. He could feel his gigantic cock engorge at the thought of her. It was really his huge horse cock, bigger than his entire arm when fully erect, that had given him the nickname Stallion and not only that the girls thought he was very handsome.
As Stallion entered, he spotted her--the Empress of the Elven main continent. She stood at the far end of the room, surrounded by advisors and courtiers. Her long, jet-black hair fell like a waterfall over her back, her strikingly handsome features serene but commanding. Her poise suggested wisdom far beyond her apparent years, though her wide, curious eyes betrayed a streak of innocence.
The Empress turned her gaze to Stallion, and he felt the power of her presence. Her piercing black eyes settled on him for a brief moment before she returned to her conversation, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks. She was wearing a modest golden dress covering her entire body from her toes up to her neck and a veil covering most of her face. On her pretty hair a heavy elven crown.
"Your Grace," announced one of her advisors, "this is Stone also known as Stallion of the Broken Tusk, son of Chieftain Grog. He arrives as a guest to discuss the renewal of trade with the Elvenar island."
The Empress's voice was calm, almost musical. "We welcome you, Stallion of the Broken Tusk, to our court. May your stay be a peaceful one."
He stepped forward, bowing deeply, making sure to appear respectful but confident. "It is an honor to be in your presence, Your Grace. My father sends his regards and these humble gifts as a gesture of goodwill."
From his satchel, Stallion produced a pair of bracelets, each adorned with golden filigree. "These bracelets are symbolic--representing unity and trust. If Your Grace would wear them until our formal meeting tomorrow, it would honor my father greatly."
The Empress hesitated, glancing at her advisors, who exchanged uncertain looks. One of them leaned in, whispering, "They appear harmless, but their purpose is unclear. It may be unwise, Your Grace."
Her lips pressed into a firm line, but after a moment of thought, she nodded. "If it means reopening trade with the Elvenar island, I see no harm in a gesture of trust."
Taking the bracelets, she slipped them onto her delicate wrists. The moment they clicked into place, Stallion suppressed a smile. Though they held no magic of their own, the enchanted link they created would allow him to influence her thoughts and dreams, an ability inherited from his father's mastery over mind games.
That night, as the Empress lay in her grand canopy bed, she found herself drifting into a dream more vivid than any she had ever known.
She was in a serene glade, the soft sound of a stream nearby. A figure appeared--massive and imposing--his green skin glowing in the moonlight. It was Grog, Chieftain of the Broken Tusk, whose name she had only heard in stories.
"Your Grace," he rumbled, his voice deep and soothing. "Allow me to ease the burdens of your rule."
She found herself suddenly naked in her dream, her heavy dress and crown gone as if in magic making her feel more relaxed than ever before. Before she could protest, Grog's hands were on her small tits, kneading the tension from her body with an expertise that sent shivers down her spine. His touch was firm but tender, his presence overwhelming. She felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration as he moved closer, his voice a low murmur in her ear.
"You deserve to feel pleasure, Empress. To know what it means to let go." Suddenly Stallion was also naked and she felt her petite hands move down to his orc cock than her knees weak kneeling in front of him kissing his gigantic horse cock licking it trying her best to please the brute warrior.
The dream faded just as it reached its peak, leaving the Empress gasping as she awoke. Her heart raced, and her cheeks burned. The vivid memory of the dream clung to her, making it impossible to fall back asleep. She reached down between her legs massaging her clitoris like she had done so many times before, lonely in her bed. It was only a dream she told herself, but if it was only a dream why could she still feel the taste of the orc cock in her mouth?
By morning, the Empress could not shake the lingering feelings from the dream. Though she felt embarrassed and confused, a part of her was drawn to the strange sensations it had evoked.
When her maid entered to prepare her for the day, the Empress found herself making an unusual request. "Bring me... a new dress. Something different. Sleek, elegant, but... skimpy. Go to the docks, a big pink building with a sign the Soiled Swan and ask for something the dancers usually wear".
The maid blinked, surprised. "Your Grace? Are you certain?" She had heard of the stripclub but was shocked that the conservative virgin empress even considered the idea.
"Yes," the Empress replied firmly, though her voice wavered with uncertainty. "And heels--high ones. I wish to present myself with... confidence."
As the maid went to fetch the requested attire, the Empress stood naked before her mirror, touching the bracelets on her wrists and slowly fingering her tight pussy. The faint hum of their presence seemed to stir something within her, an unspoken curiosity about what the day would bring--and what she might discover about herself.
The empress of the Elven main continent, Seraphina Moonveil, glided gracefully into her throne room, her steps echoing through the vast chamber. Her guards and advisors, stationed in their ceremonial positions, were rendered speechless at her appearance. The empress, known for her timeless elegance and modest attire, now wore a daringly revealing black dress--a slutty masterpiece of shimmering fabric that hugged her slender figure. It exposed her smooth shoulders, a deep neckline highlighted her perky tits, and a high slit revealed one of her long, toned legs with every stride. She didn't know why but for the first time in her life she had decided to now wear any panties. Her black hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall, framed her delicate pretty face, where a soft blush betrayed her nerves.
The ripple of shock among the court was unmistakable, but Seraphina, always poised, maintained an air of authority. Stallion, son of Grog, stood at the base of her throne, his towering form exuding confidence and raw charisma. His piercing green eyes lingered appreciatively on her as a subtle smirk played on his lips. He was wearing the same loin cloth as yesterday. Seraphine had to stop herself from looking where she imagined his cock was that she licked yesterday. No, dreamt of licking yesterday.
"Empress Seraphina," Stallion began, his voice deep and velvety, "you honor me with your radiant presence today. I see the Elven beauty I've heard so much about is no mere legend."
Seraphina's cheeks flushed further, though she quickly straightened her back. "Stallion, your words are as extravagant as your reputation. Let us turn our attention to matters of trade." Her voice, steady and melodic, carried across the room, commanding attention.
The two began discussing trade agreements--the reopening of gold shipments between the resourceful Elvenar island and the mainland. Stallion presented his proposals with surprising astuteness for someone perceived as brawn over brains. Yet, as he spoke, Seraphina felt her mind drifting.
A sudden, vivid image invaded her thoughts. She saw herself bent over the orc lap reclined on a luxurious divan, Stallion's strong hands kneading her legs, trailing down her behind with expert precision and then suddenly spanking her behind. His touch felt so real she almost gasped aloud, catching herself just in time. Her fingers tightened on the armrest of her throne, her breath shallow.
"Your Majesty?" one of her advisors prompted, concern etched on his face.
"Yes," she replied quickly, composing herself. "The terms sound... favorable. Continue."
Stallion's smile widened ever so slightly, his eyes locking onto hers knowingly. Another vision surfaced in her mind, more intimate this time--her wrists tied together with rope and gently pinned, her body yielding to Stallion's commanding presence. She felt a rush of heat and pressed her hands together in her lap, trying to maintain her composure.
"Perhaps," Stallion said, his voice cutting through her haze, "we should finalize these terms over a more private discussion tomorrow. I find that fewer distractions allow for... clarity of thought."
Seraphina nodded before she could think. The images had disarmed her. Her heart raced, her body reacting in ways she didn't fully understand. "Yes, that might be best."
Her advisors exchanged worried glances. This wasn't the decisive empress they knew. One of them stepped forward. "Your Majesty, are you certain to be alone--"
Seraphina cut him off, her tone sharper than intended. "That will be all for now. Stallion and I will continue our discussions later."
Stallion bowed, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "As you wish, Your Majesty. Until tomorrow."
