Chapter 4: Elves Ready Sex with King Cedric

"Your Grace, I am not sure that this is the wisest course of action. Surely there are other, more proper ways to get your message across."

"Are you questioning me?" asked the king, raising his eyebrows. He stared down at the little man from his throne. He was irritated, as usual. This time it was because of his steward's objections to his plans.

The little man bowed slightly. "No, Your Grace. I just thought that you would want my advice, that is all. I only want to serve you, as is my duty."

"I do not recall asking for your advice, did I? Do you know the penalty for questioning your king?"

"No, Your Grace. Sorry. You are right, of course."

"Well then, make yourself useful and summon the elven leader here. I want to speak with him. Tell him that I have a proposal for him, one that he will like very much. Tell him it will be to our mutual benefit, and that I have a surprise for him. Then, once you have spoken with him, send him on his way."

The little man bowed again, turned and scurried away to the great door. The king watched him go, scowling. He was irritated because the elf would be difficult to deal with. All elves were like that. They were insufferably arrogant. They acted as if they were so superior, always looking down their noses at the king and his people. But in truth they were nothing more than glorified servants, and now that the king was in power he was going to exploit them. If they would not give him the information he sought willingly, he would get it another way.

"Your Grace," said the little man, "the elf leader is here. Shall I bring him in?"

"Yes, yes, do so. Then, when you are done, you may leave. You can take your little bow and arrows and go hunting. It would probably be a good idea for you to learn how to shoot straight. I am tired of hearing your excuses."

The little man's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He did not trust himself to say anything, especially not to his king. He went back out and returned a few minutes later with the elf, who strode arrogantly into the room and stopped a few feet from the king's throne. He did not bow or kneel, but stood, looking disdainfully at the king.

"I was told that you have a proposal for me," the elf said. "I would hear it."

"You would hear it, would you? What about, 'Thank you for seeing me, Your Majesty, and thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty'?"

The elf's face remained expressionless, and he did not reply.

"Well," said the king, "it does not matter. Here is my proposal. Your people have lived in my kingdom for quite some time now. They have prospered. And I have been generous, have I not? I have allowed them to settle here, even though their kind has not been welcome here in many, many years. I have let them farm and build and work here, even though they pay no taxes. Now, it is time for them to show their appreciation."

"Appreciation?" the elf repeated. "For what? For living in your kingdom? We are free people. We do not need to show our appreciation to anyone."

"Really? That is where you are wrong. See, I do not have to allow you to live here. I could kick you out. All of you. Or worse. Much, much worse. I could send my army after you and wipe you out, if I wanted to. Is that what you want?"

"It is not," the elf said.

"Of course it is not. So, if you would rather stay, you have to show me a little respect. A little gratitude. After all, I could have you banished, or even killed, for refusing to obey me. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Then, the next time you see me, you will kneel before me. And then, when we talk, you will refer to me as 'Your Majesty.' And you will tell me, 'Thank you, Your Majesty, for allowing us to remain in your kingdom.'"

"If you insist, I will do that. But only because you ask me to."

"Oh, it is not a matter of me asking you to. It is a matter of me commanding you to. Now, I have another task for you. You are a smart elf. You are probably the smartest of all the elves. Is that not correct?"

"I would not presume to think so."

"Well, I think you are. And, I think that you can help me find something. I want you to come up with a way to find someone for me."

"Find someone for you? Who might that be, Your Majesty?"

"My daughter. She has been missing for quite some time, and I have a feeling that your people are responsible. I have heard rumors that she was taken by some of your people. Do not try to deny it. You are smart, so I expect that you already have some ideas about where she is. And if you do not, then you can go off and think about it. Come up with some plans. Find a way. Do you understand?"

"I will do as you ask. You have my word."

"Very good. I will hold you to your word. And now, as a sign of good faith, I have a surprise for you."

The king snapped his fingers, and the great doors opened. In came two young human girls, barely out of childhood. Both were pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were naked, save for thin white robes that draped from their shoulders and barely covered their bodies.

"These are a couple of my maids," said the king. "They are here for you to enjoy. Have your way with them, as you will. But do not kill them. That is the only thing that I ask."

The elf turned his attention to the girls, who trembled with fear as he eyed them. Then he turned back to the king.

"That is all, Your Majesty. Thank you. I will get started on my search for your daughter."

He bowed his head slightly and left, while the girls whimpered with fear.

"Come," said the king, gesturing to his throne, "bring those little maids up here."

One of the girls came forward, followed by the other.

"Sit here, between my legs," said the king, pointing to a spot on the floor.

The girl hesitated. She was trembling with fear, and she was not sure what to do.

"Do it, or I will have you beaten."

She sat down, and the king pulled her onto his lap. He took her wrists and bound them together behind her back with a leather cord. Then, he spread her legs wide apart. He looked down at her exposed pussy and licked his lips.

"Oh, yes," he said, "this is just what I need."

He put his hand on her bare thigh and ran it up her body, until he reached her breast. He cupped her breast and squeezed it.

"That's it," he said, "now open your mouth."

The girl did as she was told. The king shoved his cock into her mouth and began fucking her face. She gagged and struggled, but the king held her tight and did not let her go. He continued to fuck her mouth, shoving his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. He was relentless, and the girl was choking and gasping for breath. Her eyes were watering and her cheeks were turning red.