My name is
Queen Eliana
, and I used to be a spoiled brat. Growing up being both a pampered princess, the heir to the elven throne, and a futanari, I knew I was different and decided that I would and could use my body however I wished.
As a result, I became the worst sort of princess, the kind who used her title for her wanton gain without a second thought given for the wants of others. I was overly critical, mean, and sharp-tongued to the point that it bordered on cruelty...
Then Sindrick came into my life. At first, I used him to sate my desires like everyone who came before him. But then something changed one night... A warm summer night in my 19th year of life.
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I was seven seasons her senior, and she was the kind of princess you read about in old literature, more spoiled than an apple at the bottom of an old oaken barrel. At times she was monstrous! She thought nothing for others. I found her abrasive; her arrogance and contempt were infuriating! Yet I found myself strangely drawn to her, a deep attraction that I could make heads or tails of. I wanted to hate her but instead found myself giving in to her nightly requests...
I grew up orphaned by war and disease, my father having died in battle and an unknown affliction took my mother. The King paid particular attention to my upbringing, encouraged me to study and to train my body, to keep myself in good physical condition... and to join the palace guard at a tender, young age. I had no idea why other than perhaps he felt responsible for my situation. I was well taken care of, well fed and wanted for little.
My name is
King Sindrick,
and this is our story...
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Many years earlier...
DESIRES OF THE ELVEN PRINCESS, CHAPTER ONE: THE CHANGE
Eilana goes through a life-altering change.
I was
Captain
of
Princess Eilana's
personal guard. The Princess was a striking young girl. More beautiful than I can describe in mere words, her hair was dark, long and luxurious and smelled of wild spring flowers year round.
Her cusped ears flared out from under the forest of hair, the ends pointing up to the sky. She had big round innocent eyes as brown as the wood from a walnut tree. Those same eyes darted hell flame when she was angered.
(something that was not a difficult task to accomplish)
Her ample bosom accented by perfect little cone-shaped nipples that stuck straight out and flattened on the end when erect. And her voice was soft and pleasing to the ear - turning to a sharp, ugly tone when riled by even the simplest of meaningless events.
As I stood at my post outside her door, having taken the night shift once more, the infernal girl was ringing the bell -
again
- signaling her nightly request for me to enter and service her cravings. My loins stirred as I unlocked the door and entered, careful to lock the heavy wooden door behind me and determined to have no more of her childish ways.
As I moved the curtains leading into her bedchambers aside, I was greeted by the sight of her on her bed. Her purple nightgown pulled up over her engorged flesh as it stood at attention. "You rang Mah'lady?"
"Good evening, Captain. I find myself in need of your...
talents
." She smiles, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes, which remain impassive and cold. She took him in. Long dark hair that always smelled of leather and stayed sun warmed regardless of the hour, the pointed ears all her people had peeking out through his hair. His eyes were like her favorite amber earrings, a warm golden brown. Taller and older than her, his shaft was long and thick, bigger than hers in every respect with swollen, heavy balls and a thick tip.
"My talents? And I suppose you expect me to give them freely with you giving no thought of reciprocation yet again?" Having had enough of her coldness and her distance for someone she had shared such intimate moments with.
"You know me. Do you expect any less?"
"No!" he bit back, "All I know of you is that you act as if you are better than everyone else! You mope about all day, leering at everyone who crosses your path. You treat your servants and
MY
men, including
MYSELF
as if we are slaves, ordering us about as if we should carry out your orders mindlessly without thought of our own! I have seen more than one of your handmaidens run from these chambers with tears streaming down their cheeks."
"I'm the princess, and you're supposed to follow my orders. Are you telling me I'm doing something wrong?"
"I am telling you that one day you shall be a
Queen
