A Degenerate’s Tale

As Earl was looking through the pile of papers assigned to him, a particular document caught his eye.

"Your Majesty, this is..?"

Saryll took a glance at the paper and said. "The Crown Prince of Ablax and their two Court Mages. You know them, right?"

"I do. To think I would see them again now..."

"Were you close to them?" She asked curiously.

"Not the Crown Prince. I like the princess better."

"Oh? Ablax keeps news of their princess pretty tight under wrap. I wonder what she's like?"

"A willful, stubborn girl. I'm sure I will see her again soon."

"The Academy, right? How exciting."

"Fufu, Your Majesty should attend too." Earl joked.

"I'm afraid these lumps of fat will give my identity away. No young lady have jugs this big." The Queen sighed as she pressed her otherworldly tits together. The outline from her dress became clearer than ever and Earl had to swallow a heavy ball of saliva.

"That is true..."

Meanwhile, a heavily guarded carriage was quietly making its way to the Elven Kingdom.

The identity of these people were the guests from Ablax. Teleportation spells were expensive and especially one of this scale where a troop of soldiers accompanied the carriage. As such, the spell only transported them close to the Elven Kingdom, and not any closer. More importantly, teleporting soldiers directly into another nation's territory was practically a declaration of war. And so, these people had to settle with the long method of transportation.

Inside the carriage, 3 people sat in an orderly manner. The first was a young man with silver hair and bright blue eyes. His complexion was pale and clear. His face, handsome. The clothes he wore was that of Ablax royalty- comprising of red, gold, and white.

The other 2 wore black mage robes with gold trimmings. The first was a sophisticated, elderly man. He had long, brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. His eyes were like the deep ocean- containing endless wisdom and mystery. The wrinkles on his face were wounds that time left on this aged man.

The second was a middle-aged man, his face had a striking resemblance to the old man. His hair was light brown and his eyes were similarly light blue. Compared to the frail prince and his old father, he had a built body.

"Merlin, what are the elves like?" The Crown Prince of Ablax, Seth Ablax curiously asked the elder Court Mage.

Merlin thought about his answer for a second before replying. "The elves are prideful, platonic individuals. They are completely in tune with themselves and for this reason, they are able to use Spirit Magic."

"Spirit Magic... I've heard of it. It's said to be comparable to Chantless, Incantationless Magic."

"That's right. In certain cases, I would say it's stronger. But this is just due to the nature of the magic. Ultimately, the mage in question is what brings the magic to its fullest potential."

At some point, Court Mage Shane chimed in. "Father, do you know anything about the Elven Legend?"

Seth became curious. "The Elven Legend?"

"I know a little. It's said that elves were originally immortal. They lost their immortality at some point in the past but it's for this reason that they have such long lives. It's the pursuit of many older elves to regain this immortality. Although, I don't know how they would go about doing it since all they do is hug trees and talk to spirits."

The two other men in the carriage chuckled softly at Merlin's joke.

Back to the palace in Artasia.

Earl and Saryll sat side by side looking over the documents regarding the Spirit Festival and other affairs. Only the soft sound of papers flipping accompanied them.

A triple knock on the door broke Earl and Saryll's concentration away from their work.

"I'm coming in." A pleasant, bell-like voice came from the other side of the door.

The door opened and Princess Alea walked in.

Saryll smiled brightly at the sight of her beloved daughter. "Alea? Are you done with your training?"

Alea shook her head. "I'm on break so I came to visit. The guards told me you two haven't left the room since morning."

"Does the Princess miss me? I am touched."

"Who said I came for you?" She glared at Earl and set her sights on the big pile of paper. "It seems like you are giving him a lot of work, mom. I will be borrowing him for a second."

The older elf laughed loudly at the way Earl was being treated, her large assets bouncing with every laugh. "You two are so cute. Sure, you can take him. Only for a couple of minutes though."

"That's plenty of time." A small smile rose on Alea's beautiful face.

And so, Earl merrily waved at Saryll as he left the room with Alea.

The door closed behind them with a loud click and they were left alone in the decorated hallway. Strangely enough, there were no guards around.

"I told the guards to go away." The voice of Alea answered the question he had.

Following that, Earl found himself pushed against the wall with Alea pressing her face against his chest and sniffing his scent.

When she lifted her face, her bright green eyes were dazed and her cherry pink lips were slightly parted. There was a saturated blush on her face.

"Earl... I'm horny~"

Earl grinned at the sensation of her breasts pressing against him. "I figured. You want to get fucked in front of your mother's room?"

"Yes!~ It's another quickie~" She sweetly responded as her hands moved to undo his pants.

Earl's hardened member quickly sprang to life and Alea quickly stroked it, rubbing his precum all over her hands.

"Your mother might see us."

"She probably won't~ But if she does, she can just watch~"

"You crazy girl."

"All the cum you gave me this morning leaked out and I can't bear it... I need a refill~"

With that said, Earl sneaked his hand under the skirt of her white dress and pulled her panties to the side. Then, he pushed her against the wall and held one leg over his shoulder as he entered her.

"That's it..! Earl! Harder..!"