The cost of peace (OpinionFeast x themercwithamouth)

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Princess Eril
Age: 240 (about 21 looking)
Description: The princess of a High Elf kingdom hidden in the mountains. She is slightly slimmer than average and has a large bust. She is a virgin and has hardly seen anyone other than her servants and the king.

The Drow army held tension on the castle of High Elves for a few days now. Siege weapons and soldiers kept everyone inside their homes, praying for their king to save them.

Princess Eril was called to her father's throne room. She had been ordered to stay in her room until now, as the Drow were ever closing in. Her father must have come up with a plan if he was calling her. This was confirmed when she entered the throne room. But instead of relief, she knew this wasn't an easy solution as she saw the look on her father's face.

"Dear Eril. It pains me to ask you to serve your people in this way." The King said to Eril as she approached the throne.

"Father, I would do anything to save this people. I am not scared. What is your plan?" Eril responded. She had learned to fight and this wouldn't be the first time she'd been asked to do so for the sake of her people, but it was not as she'd thought.

"The Drow King has agreed to spare the city if you are given as trade. I cannot assure your safety." As the King said this, Eril was stunned with surprise. She hesitated before answering.

"Father. To protect this people I will go to him. Fear not for my safety."Eril Said, regaining her previous brave composure.

A day of preparation later, the Princess was escorted to the mobile castle of obsidian. She wore sacred garbs of protection and good fortune, but in this castle, it's power was all but nullified. Quickly, they approached the Drow King's throne room. They entered and stood before the Drow King himself.

"Do what you will, but I beg of you to spare my people." Eril said expressionlessly.
 
King Roland
Age: 400 (looks about 35)
Description: A relatively young, but powerful, inspiring, and frightening leader and king. Strong from fighting, but not overly buff, generally good-looking, but with an intense aura around him.

Roland smiled cruelly down upon the young princess from his throne. "I will spare whom and what I wish. Whether I spare your people depends entirely upon you and how well you serve me. If you learn your place, satisfy me, and do a good job, I am happy to say, your people will be spared. However, if you do poorly, I may just have to sack your city, and you will know that it was entirely your fault. Now then, do you have anything else to say before your new life officially begins?"
 
"I have nothing, your majesty." Eril said as she sat and bowed in front of the thrown submissively.

The princess' escorts left the castle and traveled back to the High Elf kingdom.
 
"Good," I turn to one of the guards. "Take her down to the slave chambers and have them get her ready for me. I want her ready and waiting for me in my chambers in three hours," I say as the day is almost over.
 
Eril was lead down various corridors, finally reaching a large set of double doors she could only assume was the "Slave Chambers". The guards opened the door and pushed her in. Cages and chains were strewn about the room, as were a few torture devices. Eril was scared, but refused to show it. She was submissive and followed orders, but would not show emotion. She was ready for anything these Drow could throw at her.
 
A MILF looking elven woman walks out and asks the guards, "Who is this?"

One guard answers, "She's the king's new slave, he says to prepare her and have her in his chambers in three hours."

"Did he give any special instructions on how to deal with her?" she asks.

"No, put her into the system and get her ready." The guards then turn and leave.

The woman turns to Eril, "Well, you have an interesting night ahead of you, you need a shower, follow me," she says before turning around and walking off.

Meanwhile, back in the throne room,

I sit on my throne, thinking, before coming up with a devious plan. I call a messenger over and tell him, "Go to the Elven King and tell him that I also need any of Eril's relatively young female servants and friends, it'll be better if she doesn't go through this alone." I then send the messenger off, excited to have a bunch of new Elven sluts and a ready supply of them as well.
 
Eril was reluctant to take off the garb of protection, but did so as she was asked, in order to take a shower.

At the High Elf kingdom, the Drow messanger entered the city. Families cowered in fear, looking through the shutters of windows as the messanger gleefully skipped around town, occasionally stopping to knock on a door to hear the people inside scream or cry, then would laugh and continue on his way. Finally making it to the throne room unharmed, as it might agitate the Drow King, he relayed the message.

"What!? You dare come here and ask for more!? After giving you my only daughter!" The High Elf king was enraged at the thought. His son had to calm him down.

"Father. We have everything to lose. We have no choice but to do as he asks." The prince released his father, the King, and faced the messanger. He had an opportunity to slit his throat, but decided against it, taking from his own words.

The servants friends of Eril, consisting of six maids and two officials' daughters followed the drow back to the castle.
 
The woman started talking to Eril while she was showering. "I'm going to need to ask a you a couple of questions and then explain to you the rules of this place. First, who are you, what is your name, what kind of servile experience have you had, and what kind of sexual experience have you had?"

I smiled darkly as I watched the eight young elven girls nervously walk into the throne room. "How did the king take it?" I asked the messenger.

"Oh, he wasn't happy," the messenger said, "but his son convinced him. Smart one, that lad is."

"Yes, now what to do with you girls currently?" I mused to myself. "Go down to Elvira, tell her to finish up with the basic explanation, get Eril cleaned up and dressed to my specifications, and then to get her to my room as quickly as possible," I said to one of the guards. "Return once she is in my chambers. You girls get to stay here currently. Now tell me, what kind of sexual experience do you elves have and who is the most experienced out of the eight of you?"

OOC: Is it ok if I control Roland's subjects and you control the Elven slaves?
 
Eril was shocked by this woman's questions but responded quickly as to not to show it.

"I am Princess Eril of the kingdom you are laying siege upon. I have no servile experience and I am a virgin." She answered with no falter or weakness in her voice.

In the Throne room, none of the elves spoke. The maids were scared beyond words along with one of the two daughters, who was always shy. But the other was almost as strong willed as Eril and stepped forward.

"Your majesty. Sex is a sacred event that we High Elves reserve for marriage. As I am the only one married, I would have the most experience. The rest of us are virgins." The second daughter said, fearing what the King would do with this new knowledge.
 
Before the woman could reply, the guard walked in and informed the woman of Roland's change of plans. Looking annoyed, she dismissed the guard. "Now sadly," she said, "I don't get as much time with you as I would like, but I should explain to you the basic rules. There is a hierarchy here, even among the slaves, I am at the top, and seeing as how you're a newbie, you're at the bottom. The only way to advance and to continue leading as comfortable a life as possible is to acquiesce to all of the other slaves' demands, which could range from being their own servant to satisfying them sexually. For example, my name is Elvira, head of the slaves, and if you don't want to eat stale moldy bread and sleep in a cage for the rest of your life, I suggest you come over here and eat my pussy."

In the throne room,
"So, sexual intercourse is sacred to you? Well, just so that you all know, you should abandon that fact, because soon it will become a part of your daily lives. But I don't really want sex right now. Tell me, do elves give blowjobs?" I ask.
 
Eril had not married, and never even heard of a female having intercourse with another female. Normally she would not tolerate this and would prefer moldy bread and a cage, but as it might anger Elvira, in turn angering the Kingdom, she stepped out of the shower. She got on her knees in front of Elvira, who inched her pelvis forward and presented her pussy. Eril leaned in and felt the wet lips on her tongue. Reluctantly, she devoured the pink, plump hole with deep and long licks. Hopefully, she was pleasing her captor.

"That is disgusting and improper!" The daughter exclaimed to the king. She knew no amount of arguement would stop what was about to happen, but resisted anyway.
 
Elvira groaned, running her hands through Eril's hair and pulling her head deeper into her pussy. "Inexperienced, but you'll learn," she said, as she moved one hand to play with her nipple.

"Well, I was going to pick someone else to do it, but now that you've had that outburst, you've just volunteered. Now, if you come quietly and nicely like a good little girl, you can do it in private. If you insist on being belligerent, you can do it right here in front of everybody," I said cruelly. "And also, what's your name?"
 
Eril was pulled closer, deeper into the pussy of Elvira. Juices ran across her tongue and into her mouth as she licked. She had no expectation that Elvira would release her grip soon, so she continued, trying her best to stimulate this cunt and please it's owner.

"My name is Arline, and I would never do such a thing." Arline stepped back as she said this. She tried to look brave, but it wasn't working.
 
Elvira moaned, "Stick your tongue inside," as she teased her nipples until they were rock hard.

"Arline, I don't think you understand the situation here. You are my slave, I am your master, I control everything you do. I can make your life as good or as bad as I want it," I say menacingly. "But I'm feeling generous, so you have three options. Option 1, you come over here and suck my cock like a good slave and I might make life a little easier for you. Option 2, you choose 2 of your elven brethren, one to give me a blowjob and the other for you to go down on. Option 3, I tie you up, force your mouth open, fuck your mouth and then allow each and every one of my guards to do the same. What shall it be?"
 
Eril did as Elvira said, penetrating her with her tongue. Her lips now enveloped Elvira's. She tried the various things Elvira told her to do. Though she wasn't enjoying what she was doing, Eril liked the taste of Elvira's juices.

Arline looked at the scared group of girls. They feared she would pick the second option and they'd have to do horrible things. She decided to be obediant. The King was right after all, they were already slaves.

"I will obey, your majesty. But I beg of you, let these girls be. They are innocent and untouched, they have done nothing to deserve this." Arline said this submissively as she approached the throne.
 
"We don't have much more time, and as much as you're learning, I'm just going to have to force this myself. Lay down on your back," Elvira commanded, pulling Eril's head out from between her thighs.

"I'll let them be for right now, but I enjoy High Elves. I enjoy making them demean themselves to our race which they consider inferior." I say. "Besides, many of us don't deserve what we get in life. You probably don't deserve to be doing this, the princess probably doesn't deserve to be a princess, I don't deserve to have all the dangers and responsibilities of being a king, but so long as I'm here, I'll take what few pleasures I get. Now, would you prefer we do this here or in private?"
 
Eril hadn't noticed Elvira talking until she pulled her head away from her. A line of juice mixed with saliva connected from Eril's tongue to Elvira's pussy but quickly broke as she got more than a few inches away. As she was told, Eril lay on her back, not knowing what would come next.

"In private, your majesty." Arline did not want the other girls to see her be humiliated by doing something so filthy.
 
Elvira quickly straddled Eril's head and sat down. "Don't you forget to use your tongue," she hissed as she quickly started grinding on Eril's face.

"Fine." I get up and lead Arline back to my chambers. I sit on the edge of my bed and say, "Take off your clothes."
 
Eril licked deeply and used the techniques Elvira had previously suggested, despite her difficulty in breathing. The taste of Elvira's pussy began to take away the mispleasure, but Eril could still distinguish between the pleasure of this taste and the indecency of the situation. She kept her mind calm and remained in control.

Arline was very reluctant to show her body to someone other than her husband, but did as the king asked, removing her clothes. She tried to cover herself with her hands until kneeling to the open legs of the Drown King.
 
Elvira moaned loudly as she moved her hands onto Eril's breasts and grinded harder. "Right there, don't you dare stop," she cried out.

"It seems you know what you're doing," I say, smiling down at Arline. "Do you know what to do next?"
 
Eril hoped this was a sign that Elvira was near her limit and that this would be over soon. She continued devouring Elvira's pussy no less strong than before.

Even though Arline had the most experiance out of the King's new slaves, she'd only had sex twice, and those two times had only been vaginal. She honostly didn't know what to do next, but she could guess. She unbuckled the King's pants, and pulled away the cloth over his crotch. As she did, the King's slightly erect cock was visable. Arline didn't want to go through with this indecency, but for the sake of the others, she gently grabbed it and licked the tip.
 
Elvira let out a shrill cry as she came, pushing her pussy hard into Eril's mouth. Still shaking from the aftermath of her orgasm, she got off of Eril. "That will become a common occurrence. Just remember, if I'm not happy, then you're not happy," she said. "Now go clean that juice off your face."

I groan as my cock starts to harden from your ministrations. "Stroke it and lick it until it gets fully erect," I instruct her.
 
Eril was relieved when Elvira came. She stood up and washed her face off in the shower. Being done with what had happened, she still didn't relax, as she knew that was only the beginning of her night.

Arline's actions were confirmed correct, as the King groaned and his penis grew harder. As she was told, she gently stroked the shaft and gave small licks to the tip until it was near fully erect. She then began to lick from the base to the tip slowly. She found that stroking it gently with her tongue and hand was not as bad as she'd though it would be.
 
Once Eril was done cleaning herself off, Elvira led her to a clothing area, with many different outfits, all leaving the wearer scantily clad however. "Choose your outfit," Elvira told Eril.

Savoring the sensations of Arline's young, but inexperienced tongue, I say, "Now take the head in your mouth," as I lightly run a hand through her hair.
 
None of the clothing looked at all wearable to Eril. Every article was black and revealing. Looking over it, she found something that covered her breast an acceptable amount, but had nothing but a short frilled skirt to cover her nether region. As indecent as it was, it was the best she could find, so she put it on.

Arline did as she was told, putting the hard tip in her mouth and licking it generously. With her hands, she gently stroked the shaft. This continued and she thought she might actually be enjoying this. Soon after, she took the cock deeper in her mouth, having it reach her throat. Her stoking also got slightly faster and harder.
 
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