The Royal Breeder (PM Interest)

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There's a rule amongst the royal elven family of the Elven Lands, not original but it works, if a family member or that family member's partner shows sterility or bad genes then a Royal Breeder is declared. It is a magical ritual that grants a person the same bloodline, but not the same genes, as the royal family for the rest of his or her lives to ensure an heir to the throne is sired. Thus bringing fresh blood into the royal family, and is declared a member of the royal family for bringing fresh genes for the bloodline to remain fresh.

This practice has been underway for over a millennium, and now is the future queen of the lands facing disaster as her nobleman husband cannot preform, his seed infertile from years of inbreeding in his family. The princess was an adventurer, she traveled the lands fighting evil, but answered the call for a new king on the throne as she remained loyal to her people. She married an elven nobleman she had fallen in love with during her travels, but while he was a great lover was he unable to give her a child.

Thus was the test for a proper breeder preformed, it is anonymous, nobody knows about this except the royal family and the breeder. Only the most fertile and genetically potent person would be chosen. And thus is was that a young farmer of barely one hundred years age, eighteen by elven standards, was found to be the most potent of all the elven people of this generation. But he wasn't just very potent he was also equipped with an abnormally large penis and has been sexually active for over four decades, several amongst his own family have given birth to his spawn.

He was called by the court and offered to join the royal family if he went through with the ritual and gave the queen a child. The young wood elf, whose name was Tyrion Stonewood, accepted the offer and underwent the ritual, now the royal family just had to explain it to the future queen about the newly established breeder.

The Queen & The Breeder
 
Princess Marielle Silverstar paced about anxiously in her chambers. She was more nervious than on the night she lost her virginity. She should have known about the whole breeder thing, but it still took her by surprise. Perhaps she just didn't want to believe her inability to produce children was a result of a defective mate, just the timing of her love-making. Her main concern, however, wasn't for herself, but for the young wood elf who'd be doing the breeding. He was still a child, no matter how many children he himself fathered. Yet here he was, being studded out to her like a prized bull on a cattle ranch. It was degrading for both of them; herself and the young elf. Still, it was Marielle's duty as future queen to produce an heir. Things were so much simpler when she was out hunting for treasure and wrestling dragons.
 
Tyrion Stonewood went through the hallways with curious eyes looking around, he was dressed in a brown and green uniform decorated with a dark green cloak and a green circlet shaped like a vine growing around his head. The guards in the queen's part of the castle were all female, all very attractive too, it was too keep lustful men from taking advantage of the sleeping royalty. The woman who was guiding him to the chamber was the captain of the queen's Royal Guard, Roselia Thornbloom, a childhood friend of the queen raised as her personal body guard.

"My Queen Silverstar, may I present the newest Royal Breeder, Sir Tyrion Stonewood." She stated in a stoic voice as she knelled down, a Royal Breeder had the same status as the royal family so he didn't require to bow or kneel unless during times of great importance, aka political games.

"Hi." Was his friendly greeting, a small smile on his pale skinned round face, his short cut blond hair wavering a bit and the uniform he was wearing was a bit too tight across his chest as he was a bit more well built then oen would assuem an elf was. But as he had been a farmer was he not a stranger to physical work.
 
Marielle was a bit startled by Roselia's entrance. She'd been so deep in thought, she hadn't noticed. She nodded to the guard, then inspected the stud. He didn't look like much. While he tried to show off his masculinity with a tight shirt, he still looked very much like a boy. Perhaps to someone his age, he'd be every woman's dream, but to Marielle, he looked like an overdeveloped boy trying to be a man. He was trying way too hard to impress the female sex.

"Leave us, Roselia," Marielle said. When her guard was gone, she circled around Tyrion once.

"So you're the new breeder? Pleased to meet you, Tyrion. You will call me Marielle. I assume you know why you're here."
 
"Yeah, I didn't understand all they said but even I can figure it out that I am here to give you a baby." He then frowned a bit and rubbed his neck, the uniform was way too tight in his mind, it felt like he was covered in some kind of shell. "For all their big words and high standing do I not understand why they couldn't have just asked a tailor to make a uniform that fit me." He muttered to himself as he tried to adjust the hem around his neck so it didn't dig int ohis skin so much, givign up after nearly getting his finger caught he turned towards the queen and cross his arms behind his head like a child would when speaking ot an adult. "If it isn't too much to ask can I take this thing off? It is way too tight and is making my limbs feel weird."
 
"Well, seeing as we're going to have to take them off sometime, go ahead," shrugged Marielle. "I mean honestly, they could have made you a shirt that fits. You look funny in it." She circled around to a chair and sat down. "You're a farmer, aren't you?" she asked him. "Well, you know how they make fine race horses and beef cattle. Basically, you're the stallion or the bull - they're studding you out to me so I can have a baby because they think my husband is impotent."
 
Taking off the way too tight shirt the young elf let out a sigh of relief as he didn't feel like a confined prisoner anymore, stretching his sore shoulders as she told him things he had already figured out. "Yeah I know, as I said, while they speak gibberish isn't it hard to figure out that they want you to have a baby. I mean no offence but the entire kingdom knows that that husband of yours is as potent as a neutered beastman, the fact that you haven't even had a miscarriage for the entire year since you married him is unusual even for us elves, and the fact that you two go at it like bunnies in heat makes it even more obvious that he cannot give you a child." The fact that a simple farmer figured this out spoke of just how serious the situation was, if a direct heir to the throne wasn't concieved then the royal family's more power hungry members would try their best to claim the throne, it had ended up in civil war a couple of times in the past eight hundred years because a couple of kings and queens refused theu se of a royal breeder.
 
Marielle's ears drooped in shame. "Is it that bad? I sure wish I wasn't the future queen so we wouldn't have to put up with this shit. I mean, granted you get to fuck me, the future queen, but you're still no better than a stud. Doesn't it make you feel a bit dirty?"

Marielle found Tyrion a lot more appealing without the shirt. He no longer looked disgusting. He looked a lot sleeker, smaller, and elf-like than in that ridiculous shirt. Probably her family's way of trying to make him look more sexually appealling. "You're actually starting to look kinda cute - in a boyish kinda way."
 
"Meh I have been used as a stud since I was sixty, I am actually only really good at muscle work, I am no good at brain things. I just go with the flow, always end up getting yelled at by the teacher for not understand a thing. Though I guess he was mad at me for the fact that his own wife hired me as a stud from my family. But I don't really mind, I enjoy it and the women enjoy it." The young elf then laughed at her words of calling him cute, it was obviously he was familiar with that word. "Yeah I am cute, all the bloody women in the country call me cute, sweet, sunny and such things. Though they never call me that when we have sex, even when I pull down my pants they stop calling me cute, I am not sure why my dick is big I know but I doubt I am the biggest, I am not even out of puberty yet, two decade left for that." He then sat down on the bed and laid down on his back, his legs on the floor and a laugh on his lips. "Wow this is one soft bed, is this cotton? Way softer then hay."
 
"Calm down there, big guy," laughed Marielle. "Just because you've slept with every girl in your province doesn't make you the archetype for all males. And I don't care if your penis makes a thirty foot anaconda look like an inchworm, you're still just cute." She sat down beside him and patted the bed. "This is silk with down stuffing. Get used to it."
 
"Wow really? Feels awesome!" The young elf stated as he sat up on the edge of the bed again and then tried to stand up only to step on the edge of his baggy pants. Which were way too big instead of way too small like the shirt, mostly because they couldn't fit him any other pair of pants with his cock getting in the way, and the sash holding his pants in place unfolded itself and the elf found himself standing naked with his flaccid, but still huge, cock dangling between his legs, staring down at the pants he sighed before muttering. "Why couldn't they have let me wear my loincloth, it is way easier to wear then these things."
 
"Welcome to civilization," chuckled Marielle. She stared down at Tyrion's massive cock. She was unsure of wether to be repulsed or fascinated by its obscene size. "Interesting," she said. "Well seeing as you're already mostly naked, I suppose we could just get started. I will warn you, I am much stronger than I look, so if I squeeze you too hard, let me know. Now, do you need me to give you some inspiration?" Marielle reached out and touched the glans of Tyrion's penis, gently taking it in her hand.
 
Still standing the boy's cock began to rise and swell as the future queen's hand held his cock with those smooth yet strong fingers, his hands behind his hand he answered her question with a bit of confusion, his voice getting a bit strained from the sensation of her fingers squeezing his pole as she held it. "Not really sure what you mean, most women I've fucked have told me to lick their pussies or asses, as well as fucking their throats, tits and spraying my seed over them. but mostly they just suck my dick before riding it or having me fuck them with it until they pass out."
 
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((Marielle is only holding, not stroking))

Marielle made a face. She could not fathom someone's tongue on her pussy, and was repulsed by the notion of someone licking her ass. That was downright unsanitary!

"Well if sucking helps, I can do that," offered Marielle. "I was just going to stroke it a little to get it hard."
 
((Sorry misunderstood.))

"You can do whichever you likes, I am normally not dominating until I get into it or is horny." The young elf stated with a grin as he stood there with the queen touching his cock, he was kindof glad he wouldn't be licking any ass, it tasted nasty
 
"Well get this, kid," warned Marielle. "Start getting dominating, I'll show you just how strong I am. I want to be gentle and for us to get as much pleasure as we can from this. Got it? Good. Now let's get this big guy nice and hard." Marielle gently slid her hand underneath Tyrion's cock and began to gently stroke it, using her experience to give him the best handjob he'd ever had in his life. She held his cock head away from her, determined not to get cum all over her dress.
 
Grunting out in pleasure as the queen's finger stroked his thick length Tyrion remained standing, he had been through such things before several times, and had learned to keep his composure for a good bit until he would lose control of himself, it was a way to prepare himself to let lose, build it up and then let it all out. The massive cock had foreskin like any youngsters, as she stroked the dick the foreskin opened slightly as the head pressed itself against the opening, a thick white pearl of precum was slipping out of the crack that was the peehole of the monstrous penis and trickled down slightly as the cock was jerked, the drop almost looking like an offering for the queen to lick up.
 
Marielle stroked harder, wrapping her fingers around Tyrion's shaft and squeezing gently. She could feel him becoming stiffer and harder. His cock was swelling in size and length. Marielle wondered if it would fit into her vagina it was so big, and still growing. It was fascinating, in a grotesque sort of way. She could see her kinsmen had chosen well when Tyrion began dripping cum. She might only have to fuck Tyrion once to get an heir with cum like that. She continued stroking, squeezing, and fondling the penis, preparing Tyrion for an orgasim.
 
As the sensation of her hand squeezing and fondling his length as it was rapidly pumped up and down his length was a great bliss, it took him around five minutes before his orgasm approached and his cock began to swell up even further, a bulge traveling up the length and he clenched his teeth to not moan. Then as the bulge pressed out against the tip was a pressure lock released and his cockhead spewing out a thick load of sperm flew across the empty air in front of it and splattered onto the wall, then another and another until six loads of sperm had been shoot, some on the bed and some one the wall, a thick long trail of sticky spider web like sperm hanging from the cockhead.
 
"Ew!" giggled Marielle, more in jest than in genuine disgust. "Sticky. You do you feel? Ready to go?" Touching the penis had made her excited. Her pussy itched for something to fill it, and her breasts began to feel hot. She could feel her nipples becoming hard.
 
"Mmmm that was good." The young elf said with a sigh of relief before he grinned at the queen and nodded. "Yeah, though this is the first time someone just jerked my dick off before sex without even tasting it, that's new for sure." He then chuckled a littled before looking at the bed in curioisity. "Should I be on the bottom or you?"
 
Marielle didn't answer. She undid the buttons and clasps on her dress, and peeled off her clothes down to her socks. She stretched and flexed her strong, sleek body and puffed out her massive, watermellon sized tits to thier full size. She then lay down on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could to give Tyrion's cock the most room it could get.

"Go for it, big guy! Give me an heir!"
 
Just nodding Tyrion positioned himself between the spread thighs of Marielle and rubbed the head of his engorged cock against her small pink slit, the head looked monstrous compared to the small hole but elven bodies are very dexterous and stretchy thus while it wouldn't be as easy if he had recently licked it and lubricated it it would still slip inside once he managed to push the head inside. Pressing his hips forward he gently began to grind the head against the spread vagina, the hole slowly but surely stretching around the cum stained cockhead, his hands were resting on her spread thighs, fondling her toned muscles as he grounded his cock against her pussy. Then as the pussy lips slipped over the edge of his cock's tip and forced back the foreskin he pushed down slowly and filled the queen's pussy, womb and uterus in one smooth push her belly bulging from the massive pole filling her.
 
Marielle gasped in surprise as the massive cock filled her. Her body tensed, and her legs and vaginal muscles tightened instinctively. While the initial penetration hurt, once the penis was all the way inside her, it felt surprisingly comfortable, if not pleasurable.

"Okay, Tyrion, do what you do best," she gasped. "Let me see if you're as good as they say you are."
 
Not bothering to mention that he was only sexually active amongst his own town and not the entire country, Tyrion gripped the thighs of the woman he was currently stuffing with his large penis and began to pull it out before shoving it back inside, even deeper this time, he repeated this several times, her insides moistening until it was slick and wet making his thrusts smoother and thus allowing him to speed up. By now had he managed to stuff his entire length into her body and his large balls slapped against her firm rear as he pounded his cock in and out of her womb.
 
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