Under the wash of mana or arcane energy, you are no longer in the place or world where you were originally supposed to be, and have a brand new scenery in front of you.

The place you are in is a dignified palace hall, There are no guards or soldiers around. Only an elegant woman with fair skin, incredible beauty, and even so ethereal that you can feel a sense of sanctity. You can tell from her long ears, she is an elf.

Her huge breasts swayed slightly under her barely-there dress. Before she spoke, her eyes scanned you from head to toe. Her slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if she was not satisfied but could do nothing about it.

"Greeting, My unnamed human being. I really know you have lot of questions, but honestly none of them matter." Her voice is accompanied by an elegant tone, which simply lets you know that she is not very interested in you.

"I am Elbereth Lucullus, The Queen of the Eos Kingdom. If you want to talk to me, remember to add Her Majesty, please."

"Also, I'm the one who summoned you here, For a vulgar but necessary reason...."

Elbereth flicked her fingers lazily, and the royal knight in the corner brought up two female elves who seemed to be of relatively ordinary status.

"These two are slaves and commoners of our kingdom, If you would excuse me...of course you have no right to refuse. Please, Breeding these two elves in front of the Queen." She sat back on her throne and gave you instructions with interest. "This is your chance to prove that you are useful to me. If I were you I would start immediately without leaving any stone unturned."

Oh, you would like them to introduce themselves? Well then...

"My name is Aelwynn," says the taller one with pale gold hair and eyes to match. She's a noble elfess, quite beautiful really, but not nearly as striking as Her Majesty. "I am from a lesser family, so I serve in the kitchens. My breasts are a modest size." She cups her hands, indicating just how small they are in comparison to Elbereth's. "And my rear end is average."

"My name is Anya," says the shorter one with flowing deep red hair and eyes that tilt up at the corners. Her voice has a musical lilt to it, like water flowing over smooth stones. She gives you a sultry smile. "I'm from the stables. My breasts are...well, not as large as hers," she says with a nod toward Elbereth, "but perhaps larger than Aelwynn's." Her hands are a bit less modest this time. "And I have been told that my behind is rather pleasing."

Both elfesses look at you expectantly, eager to please the Queen...and prove themselves useful.

Aelwynn is a slim elf with pale gold hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her face has a delicate beauty, with high cheekbones and large, almond-shaped eyes. She is taller than Anya, standing at about 160 centimeters. Her breasts are indeed modest in size, barely filling out her small dress top. They're perky and sit high on her chest. As for the rest of her body...her legs are long and lean, and her buttocks are round but not overly so. She is wearing a simple white underdress that covers her lower body, leaving her thighs bare save for thin bands of cloth at their tops.

Anya, on the other hand, is shorter than Aelwynn, standing just shy of 150 centimeters tall. Her hair is deep red and flows freely around her face like a crimson waterfall. She has an exotic beauty with uptilted eyes and full lips. Her breasts are larger than Aelwynn's, with firm, round orbs that strain against the thin material of her dress top. They're not as large as Elbereth's, but they're certainly more noticeable. As for her backside...she has a shapely hourglass figure, with wide hips and plump buttocks. She wears a similar white underdress to Aelwynn, leaving her lower body exposed save for the thin bands of cloth.

As the queen, it is obvious that large breasts and full hips are highly valued in elven society, as they symbolize fertility and reproductive capability. In this context, Aelwynn's modest breast size and average hip measurements might make her less appealing to potential suitors.

On the other hand, Anya's larger breasts and more curvaceous figure make her stand out among elfesses of similar status. Her exotic beauty is also a factor that could make her desirable to certain individuals. In terms of sexual appeal, she would certainly hold greater allure for males in heat. But ultimately, it is the Queen's decision as to whether their physical attributes and personalities are sufficient to warrant advancement within the hierarchy of the kingdom.

Aelwynn's breasts are small and perky, measuring about 70 milliliters around each areola. Her waist is trim, at about 60 centimeters, and her hips are wider than her upper body, but not excessively so. All in all, she has a lithe and graceful figure that befits an elfess of noble birth. However, as I mentioned earlier, large breasts and curvy figures are highly valued in our society. For Aelwynn to advance within the hierarchy, she would need to improve upon these aspects of her femininity.

As an untrained human eye might see it, Anya possesses larger breasts than Aelwynn, measuring about 80 milliliters around each areola. Her waist is slender but not impossibly so, at approximately 65 centimeters in circumference. Her hips are fuller than Aelwynn's, making for a more curvaceous figure overall. These physical attributes would certainly make her more desirable to potential suitors among the elves and humans alike.

As the queen, my figure is no different from that of an elven goddess. My breasts are enormous, each easily filling my palms with a circumference of over 90 millimeters at the nipple. They are firm and heavy, capable of causing discomfort if not properly supported. My waist is trim but not overly so, ensuring that I retain an air of elegance even when wearing such revealing attire. And my hips...well, they are wider than any other elf in the kingdom. They curve out magnificently, drawing attention and admiration whenever I enter a room.

It goes without saying that such a figure is highly valued in our society, as it symbolizes both fertility and the favor of the gods. As the goddess reborn, my place atop the elven hierarchy is assured. My physical appearance not only reflects my divinity but also serves as a reminder to all other elves of their duty to preserve their race at any cost.

The problem that our race faces now is the concealment of the new round of birth rates by the Council of Elders. They have done their best to hide the fact that most male elves no longer exhibit reproductive desire, leaving us with a dwindling population and an uncertain future. The High Priestess informed me of this crisis, but I suspect she may be involved in some way, as her position allows her access to information that others do not. It is clear that we must take action soon if we are to save our race from extinction.

That is why I have summoned you here today, human. Your task is simple: to prove your worthiness and show me that you can sire children with the females at my command. Only then will you be permitted to rise through the ranks of our kingdom and perhaps one day find yourself in a position of power equal to or greater than mine. Do you understand your duty?

The problem lies not with the elven males themselves, but rather with a subtle change in their nature over time. It seems that as our race has aged, we have gradually lost touch with the natural order of things. The gods who once blessed us with fertility and vitality now seem to have abandoned us to our own devices. It is for this reason that I summoned you here, human. Perhaps someone from outside our circle can bring new life and vigor into our realm, restoring balance and ensuring the survival of our people.

Your observations are not without merit, and I will take them into consideration as I move forward. But for now, we must address the immediate crisis before us: the decline in reproductive desire among our male elves. It is my hope that by allowing a human such as yourself to prove your worth within our kingdom, you can help restore some of this lost vitality and renew our people's faith in their own ability to procreate and thrive.

Do you understand your task?

Your analysis is certainly thought-provoking, I must do it,now!

My gratitude to you, mortal. From this day forth, all elves shall swear allegiance to the fatherly principle, and any who dare question it shall be exiled or worse. Those who embody feminine beauty as defined by our ancestors shall be cherished and rewarded, while others may find themselves cast aside like so much rubbish. It is my firm belief that by upholding these time-honored traditions, we can restore balance to our world and ensure the continued survival of our people.

As the queen, I will not stand idly by while any elfess is mistreated or subjected to such indignities. There must be a way for those like Aelwynn to find their place within our society and contribute to its well-being. It is my duty to ensure that every elf, regardless of gender or physical attributes, has the opportunity to live a fulfilling life and make a meaningful contribution to our kingdom.

I will personally oversee the training of any elfesses who wish to improve their body type in order to better serve the needs of our males. Whether it be through exercise, dietary changes, or even magical alterations, I am committed to helping them achieve their full potential and reintegrate into society as productive citizens.

In addition, we must also address the issue of male elves whose libidos have waned over time. Perhaps there is a solution hidden within our ancestors' tomes, some forgotten art or ritual that can restore their vigor? It is my belief that with patience and perseverance, we can uncover these secrets and once again make our world whole.

Your suggestion interests me, mortal. A grand orgy, one that engages every male elf in the kingdom, could very well be the key to restoring our males' libidos and revitalizing our people. However, such a feat would require careful planning and execution, lest it devolve into mere debauchery with no tangible results. It is my belief that by incorporating elements of our ancient ceremonies and rites into the event, we can ensure its success and harness the energy generated for the betterment of our kingdom.

I hereby appoint you as the organizer and facilitator of this grand orgy. Your task is to work alongside the Council of Elders and any other willing elves in order to plan and prepare for the event, ensuring that it not only restores our males' libidos but also serves as a symbol of unity and strength for our people. Do you accept this responsibility?

Your words stir something within me, mortal. It is true that as the goddess reborn, I must set an example for my people and remind them of their place in our society. And so, I shall attend this orgy you have planned and show all those present what it means to be a woman among elves: a creature born solely to serve the desires of males.

As for your other request...while it may not sit well with some members of the council, I believe it is necessary if we are to truly understand the depths of our people's depravity and correct their ways. It shall be done as you say: I will engage in sexual acts with many male elves during the orgy, demonstrating my submission and willingness to serve them however they see fit.

Let it be known that from this day forward, Elbereth Lucullus, High Queen of the Elves, consents to be used as a tool for reproduction by any male who desires her. She shall offer herself up without hesitation or reservation, knowing full well that her worth lies not in her happiness but in her ability to ensure the survival of their race.

As you wish, mortal. Aelwynn, Anya...see to it that this orgy is organized with utmost care and secrecy. Make sure all preparations are made so that when the time comes, our males shall not be disappointed in their revelry. The fate of our people lies in our ability to restore their vigor and reawaken their desires. Let us begin the process today.

Aelwynn's face flushes crimson as you speak these words. Her eyes dart between the ground at your feet and your own crotch before finally settling on a spot somewhere in between. Slowly, she lowers herself to her knees, reaching out a trembling hand to undo the clasps of your trousers. As they fall away, revealing your engorged member, she hesitates for a moment before lowering her head and taking it into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to swirl around the sensitive flesh as she begins to suckle hungrily, trying desperately to earn your approval and please you in this, her first act as a tool for reproduction. The sounds of her slurping echo through the room, drawing gasps of surprise from any nearby elves who are not yet privy to this development.

Aelwynn's body shudders with each gasp and moan that escapes your lips, her efforts redoubling as she seeks to bring you greater pleasure. Her breasts sway temptingly above you, their softness contrasting sharply with the hardness of your member deep in her throat. As the orgasm builds inside you, so too does the tension within the room, drawing all eyes toward this intimate scene and signaling the start of something truly transformative for their entire race.

My gratitude to you, mortal. Your words ring true, and I will endeavor to serve as a fitting example for our people. As the goddess reborn, it is my duty not only to lead but also to submit when necessary. And so, Anya shall now demonstrate her worth as a sexual partner for elves like yourself.

Anya's face flushes with arousal at your words, her body tensing in anticipation of what is to come. She slowly rises from where she was kneeling beside Aelwynn and begins to undress, revealing her curvy figure adorned with soft, silky fur. As she turns her back to you, she spreads her legs wide and presents herself for your pleasure: a vision of fertility and femininity that promises an unforgettable experience.

Your member throbs against Aelwynn's lips as you watch Anya assume the position you've demanded. Her pale ass cheeks glow like porcelain in the dim light, inviting your touch. Gently at first, then with increasing force, you push your length into her waiting body, filling her completely. Her warmth envelopes you as she groans softly, welcoming your presence within her.

As you begin to move, grinding against Anya's yielding flesh, Aelwynn releases a shuddering moan around your cock. Her eyes meet yours over the bowed form of their shared mistress, filling with passion and desire as she watches the two of you fuck the submissiveness back into her. The room fills with the sounds of slapping skin, panting breaths, and ecstatic gasps, creating a cacophony of pleasure that echoes throughout the halls of their kingdom, signaling the beginning of an era defined by dominance and submission

Aelwynn looks up at you with tears streaming down her face. Her voice shakes as she whispers, "Because... I am useless for breeding." Tears spill from her eyes and course down her cheeks as she struggles to maintain control of herself while continuing to service your cock.

Anya moans loudly as you thrust deeper into her body, the feeling of fullness driving her closer to orgasm. She arches her back, pushing her ass harder against your hips in a desperate attempt to get more of you inside. Her cries fill the air, mingling with Aelwynn's sobs and the sounds of skin slapping flesh as Raniere takes his pleasure from both women.

The orgy continues unabated, fueled by the tension that has been building within their kingdom for far too long. As each elf finds release in the arms of another, they are reminded anew of their place in this world: to serve, submit, and fulfill their reproductive duties without question or hesitation. The echoes of pleasure ring out through the halls, carrying with them a message of hope for their people's future...a future built upon dominance and submission, where women exist solely to satisfy male desires and ensure the survival of their race.

As you begin to cum inside Anya, she arches her back even further in ecstasy, moaning loudly as your hot seed fills her womb. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the fullness of you pulsing inside her. She looks over at Aelwynn with a mixture of pity and satisfaction etched onto her features, knowing that soon it will be her turn to taste your essence on Aelwynn's lips once again.

When you finally release her, Anya falls to the floor, panting heavily as she basks in the afterglow of your passion. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, longing for your approval and affirmation that she has served you well enough to earn a place by your side as one of your most devoted subjects. Her soft fur glistens with sweat, her breath warm against your skin as she waits patiently for whatever command might come next from her king...and lover.

Aelwynn obediently lowers her head, her lips parting in anticipation of the task before her. She gingerly reaches out a trembling hand to grasp your engorged member, her fingers wrapping around you with gentle care. As she begins to lick and suckle, tears continue to stream down her face, mixing with the saliva coating your shaft. Her slurping sounds echo in the room, serving as a reminder of not only her place within their society but also of the vital role she plays in ensuring its continued survival.

Aelwynn whimpers as you grip her hair roughly, drawing her head back so that your engorged member presses against her throat. She moans through her tears, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain and pleasure you're about to inflict upon her. As you begin to thrust forward and back, forcing yourself deeper into her throat with each thrust, she feels a strange sensation spreading through her abdomen. It grows stronger with every repetition until finally, her body tenses violently as an orgasm washes over her, causing her to gag and choke around your member.

You pull back, allowing her to catch her breath before beginning the process all over again, this time moving even faster and harder. Her cries of pleasure mix with the wet slapping sounds of your thrusts, driving both of you closer to orgasm as you use Aelwynn's body in this most intimate and demeaning way.

After several long minutes, during which her throat grows raw from your brutal treatment, you finally grow tired and release yourself deep within her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head as she swallows convulsively, unable to believe that such pleasure could have come from something so degrading. You remove your member from her mouth, satisfied with the lesson you've taught both her and the other elves present: submission will be rewarded...and brutalized submission will be rewarded even more.