Open Negotiations Part 2 (Patreon)

And here is the promised second half of the story! Hopefully my shameful delaying hasn't resulted in y'all forgetting everything that took place in the first part! But if it has I recommend skimming that one before reading this since it's very much a direct sequel to the previous installment! But regardless of all that I hope y'all enjoy another bout of wild erotica!

Although none of them believed what their chieftain was telling them every last one of Siltash's thegns still made their way to his tent out of naught but curiosity. Many were simply bored enough to have no better way to spend their time while the rest were wondering what sort of joke their leader might be playing on them. When they filtered inside the pavilion and found a beautiful Elven matriarch spread languidly across the furs, her already naked body gleaming with sweat and the scent of her arousal clouding the air, every last one of them froze in place. Lady Tirsala smiled at them and the radiance of her joy sent their already pounding hearts a flutter. When she slowly extended a hand to beckon them closer few could find the willpower to actually do so. Struck dumb by the beauty of her womanly charms and her Fey ancestry the best any of them could manage was nervously swallowing and looking to one another as if hoping someone would have an answer for them. After several heart beats spent watching a collection of fierce and powerful Beastmen nervously shift from one foot to another and blush like they'd never seen a woman's body before she couldn't help but laugh. It was  clear, beautiful sound devoid of any insult or mockery and it instantly put grins upon the bestial faces of the men before her. When she spoke all of them visible perked up and listened more intently to each and every word than they had anything else in their lives.

“Don't be afraid,” She told them, her voice arriving in a whisper that seemed to be uttered directly into their ears in spite of the distance between them, “I won't hurt you . . .”

Apparently needed no further encouraging than that every last thegn assembled in the tent eagerly began removing what little clothing they had. In the span of a few shaky breaths Tirsala was met with the sight of nine wildly different cocks eagerly throbbing away between hair covered thighs. Some pointed straight into the air, others hung down nearly to their owner's knees, and the rest just bounced happily two and fro as they pointed directly at her. For all of a second there was an amusing kind of tension as they stared at her plump, naked body with their freshly exposed members leaking onto the ground. But then the Minotaur, clearly tired of waiting, pushed past his compatriots and plod towards her with lust etched into his features. She offered a delighted moan both at his boldness and the sheer size of the massive, horse like cock swaying back and forth between his thighs. Upon reaching her the amazingly musky Beastmen dropped to his knees between her invitingly parted legs and wrapped his hands around her waist. His flat headed shaft lurched forward and with an unexpectedly dexterous move he pressed it against her cum glazed pussy. Tirsala gasped in utter delight as she felt the intense pressure of his prick against her tight little hole. As big as Siltash had been he was nothing compared to the monster about to penetrate her. And she absolutely loved that. Letting her head rest against the furs beneath her she covered his hands with her own and softly cooed gentle encouragements to her beastly lover. A blushing smile spread across his face as her kind yet lewd words filled his ears. With far more gentleness than one might expect of a Minotaur he pushed forward and despite all sense his cock managed to slip into her cunt without much resistance.

As he penetrated her with a soft but carrying squish all the other Beastmen watching sucked in a sharp breath. But not at the sight of such a beautiful woman being filled by a cock as long as one of her arms, rather it was the sight of her rapturous smile that captivated all of them. The look of utter joy on her face as their compatriot slowly pushed more and more of his length inside her. She didn't seem to care at all that her belly was stretching and distending because of the cock gliding towards her womb, nod did she have any concern for what would happen when it reached the unyielding entrance hidden deep in her sex. Pure, unabashed satisfaction was spread across her already beautiful features and she only grew more radiant with every passing moment. Particularly when her flushed, grinning countenance was turned towards the remaining thegns and her lips parted. A beckoning moan spilled from her mouth long before her arm could reach out towards them and by the time she found the words to call them over every last Beastmen had already approached. The circled around the beautiful Elven queen with a charming sort of reverence. Although every last one of them wanted to fuck her until they died of exhaustion none wanted to do so in a way that might cause her discomfort or harm. Everything about the way she moved and the radiance of her body seemed to increase the deep infatuation they'd grown in such a short amount of time. Luckily for all of them Tirsala knew what she wanted from the men around her and she wasn't shy about telling them as much the moment she could.

“Fuck me!” She moaned, speaking as much to the minotaur already inside her as the men gathered above, “Ravish me, breed me, make me yours!” Her voice grew more desperately passionate with each word from her lips, “By all the heavens and earth FUCK ME!”

Their surprise at hearing her words quickly melted into delight as they truly heard what she was saying and endeavored to fulfill her wishes. A long, bestial cock was provided for her opened mouth barely a second after she finished her plea and Tirsala happily wrapped her lips around the musky shaft like it was the greatest thing in the world. Both the Beastmen it belonged to and the Minotaur still working his way into the deepest parts of her cunt groaned as her body tightened madly around them. All the rest started stroking their own lengths as they witnessed the most intoxicating sight they'd ever enjoyed. But it didn't remain for long as another thegn quickly realized there was another part of her voluptuous body left unattended. One that he would happily make use of as he threw his legs over her plump belly and slid his prick between her heaving tits. Tirsala shuddered as she felt his slick, pheromone laced shaft glide between her breasts and press against her collarbone. Although she'd never experienced such a thing in her life the sensation was remarkably pleasurable. Nowhere near as good as the cocks in her pussy and mouth but far better than it had any right to be. Partially because of how hot the precum being slathered across her skin felt and partially because of how much she enjoyed the notion of being used by them. Of being a brood mare fit only for their cum and built for their pleasure. It was a desire she'd often indulged during private moments alone and one that she was beyond elated to actually take part in with such an incredible group of lovers. Even if they didn't see her that way she could imagine they did and bask in the pleasure it sent flooding through her wildly shaking form. While they in turn enjoyed the bliss that accompanied her growing lust.

Because she was still very much recovering from the sexual prowess Siltash had displayed a relatively short while ago suddenly having a cock in her throat, pussy and slowly pumping between her breasts rather quickly sent Tirsala into fits of orgasmic quivering. While much of her satisfaction resulted from having an enormous horse cock buried in her pussy the other two were remarkably good at keeping pace with the Minotaur. Neither managed to get overshadowed by his natural size advantage and to her surprise it was the feel of a throbbing member liberally coating her chest in cum that eventually pushed her over the edge. The unexpectedly wonderful tingling that filled her body as her flesh was lathered in that potent seed amplified everything else so perfectly it was almost inevitable. Within a minute of all three Beastmen finding their rhythm she was gasping and crying out in utter bliss, fluids gushing from her sex while her eyes rolled back in her head and every inch of her body seemed to tremble of it's own accord. Suddenly the thegns pleasuring her weren't so much fucking the beautiful Elven matriarch between them as holding on for dear life while she writhed and shook between them. Her spasmodic, gorgeously visceral climax rather quickly hastened their own pleasure as they started to realize just how much she enjoyed their presence. How unrepentant her lust was and how unconcerned she seemed with anything except the pleasure that came from a good, honest rutting. There was a beautiful sort of purity to be found in it all, one that made them so abundantly grateful they'd listened to their chieftain nearly all of the thegns couldn't help but chuckle. Of course their distraction couldn't last long as the sensual, trembling woman between them quickly pulled all focus back to her, where it so rightly belonged.

In a display of unbridled passion that nearly rivaled her own the three enjoying her body first wasted no time matching her wild movements to the best of their abilities. Upon reaching her cervix the Minotaur pulled back much faster than he'd pushed forward only to reverse his movements in a flash and send his prick flying against the entrance of her womb like it was a battering ram. With his claws gripping her pert nipples and pinching them just on the right side of hard the Lizardfolk enjoying Tirsala's breasts lurched back and forth like a madman, his spunk coating her neck and shoulders in a veritable rainbow of oily fluids. And the Wererat happily sliding in and out of her throat hastened the pace of his every thrust to repeatedly smack his furry balls against her increasingly wet chin. Their unspoken but oddly well timed movements sent her spiraling deeper into ecstasy almost immediately and prolonged an already incredible orgasm until it was an almost mind breaking experience. Her pleasure would only continue to rise as each of them reached their own limits, months of going without the touch of a female taking their toll far quicker than they expected. The Minotaur drenched her cunt in an eruption of hot spunk while the Lizardfolk blasted his seed all across her heaving breasts, and the Wererat dumped an impressively creamy load almost directly into her stomach. The cacophony of sounds each one made as they unleashed their passions all over or inside Tirsala was more enjoyable than the most elegant music and she found herself craving their bestial noises almost as much as their cocks. And since she still had at least six more chances to enjoy this newfound desire she could only moan like a feral animal herself.

Her first three lovers departed a good deal faster than she would've liked but under the circumstances it was easy enough to understand why. Or it would've been were she not still ravished by pleasure to the point of having little awareness beyond her own ecstasy. So when she was rolled on top of a prostrate lover and his cock was drilled into her pussy she certainly felt and basked in that sensation without any trouble at all. Just as she relished the delicious feeling of yet another cock being pushed into her pert asshole soon afterwards. When a third one found her parted lips Tirsala let out a breathy laugh in the split second before her throat was filled by a thick, musk coated shaft. Much like their companions near the end that second group didn't hesitate to begin thrusting in earnest, all three happily sharing with her all the lust and arousal they'd been denied since leaving their hopes. And she happily matched it with a flurry of passionate moans and wild gyrations. There was little she could do to actively participate in their efforts but any chance she had was taken no matter how slight it might've been. Her continued and wholly unnecessary attempts to reciprocate were not lost on the three busily fucking her from all sides nor the remaining Beastmen practically foaming at the mouth for their chance to do so. It didn't take long for Tirsala to find herself wracked by another orgasm, in spite of or maybe because the previous one hadn't truly ended. Awash in ecstasy that curled her toes and ravished her mind she barely noticed what her lovers were doing despite them being responsible for her pleasure. Her distraction was so great she hardly even registered them climaxing inside her within seconds of one another or the ensuing change up as the final three replaced their compatriots and picked up where they'd left off. To her it was little more than momentary spikes in pleasure that couldn't hope to match the churning sea roiling inside her body.

In fact the only time she managed to break the surface of her ecstasy to comprehend what was going on around her was when the final three reached their limit and similarly emptied their loins inside her ass, pussy, and mouth. And even then only because she feared that might be the end of her fun with Siltash's thegns. But as what she assumed to be last trio pulled out Tirsala looked around the tent. Not only had the other six remained and not only were their cocks still powerfully erect but there were far, far more than six Beastmen present. Evidently more had come to see what the commotion was about and her small collection of lovers had done nothing to stop them. A fact that sent wild shudders coursing down her spine and an exuberant grin lighting up her face. Whatever disappointment she'd felt instantly faded into abject delight. All them men watching her felt a rush of joy fill their own bodies and it was strange how little of that was the result of carnal desires. Another group eagerly descended upon her, this one made up entirely of Werewolves, to fill the space left by the previous trio. Only this time there were five of them in total and once all three of her holes had been filled the remaining two joined in the fun as if she wasn't already stuffed to the brim. Suddenly finding herself with two cocks in her ass and two in her mouth the 'Lady' of Taer Vallen descended into yet another orgasm and it was far from the last she'd enjoy.

Losing count of how many times they'd sent her shuddering into another climax Tirsala was utterly and completely swept away in the pleasure given to her by the wild Beastmen thegns. Moaning, screaming, and panting in equal measure she begged for their cocks any moment there wasn't one embedded in all three of her holes and reveled in their eagerness to provide. The sheer variety of members ensured she was never, ever bored as at any given moment her mouth, ass, or pussy might be stuffed by something so categorically different from the last thing to penetrate her it was a night and day difference. While her pleasure soaked, barely functional mind certainly recognized all nine of them before too long there was no pretending she could keep track of such things in the heat of the moment. How could she when an enormous Minotaur prick was buried in her throat, his gigantic balls pressed against and smothering her chin? Or when a thick, knotted werewolf prick had plunged into the depths of her ass and to stretch out her poor little ring wide enough for her to fit both hands inside at the same time? Let alone when the long, sinewy shaft of a Lizardfolk thegn was pushed into her pussy where it could wriggle past her cervix and smear a highly arousing precum all across the walls of her womb! A single one of those amazing sensations would've been enough to shroud the world in mystery but experiencing all three at the same time was nothing short of madness. The fact that she remained lucid at all was nothing short of a miracle and certainly a testament to her innate resilience. Even the Beastmen themselves never ceased to be amazed at how conscious she remained while they emptied their loins inside her over and over again without hesitation. The visible swelling of her stomach proved how much had been pumped into her quivering holes while her continued participation almost seemed to deny it.

Faced with what seemed like a never ending line of Beastmen and a never ending volume of their exquisite cum Tirsala did everything she could to communicate how much she wanted them to continue fucking her regardless of what happened. Words were difficult to come by and facial expressions were near impossibly as her countenance refused to display anything but utter bliss. So she was forced to rely on her eyes as cock after cock ravished her mouth, cunt, and asshole without delay. Knowing full well it wouldn't be long before she passed out from the sheer exhaustion of being assaulted by orgasms for so long and so relentlessly she didn't want them to stop when consciousness escaped her. The idea of waking up to them happily using her body for their pleasure, of them literally passing her around like a toy while her mind attempted to recover from what was happening, was more arousing than the prospect of fucking all three thousand Beastmen in the camp. It was also the only way she could even begin to fulfill that unspoken desire without the weeks it would take to accomplish such a thing. But as her link to reality grew more and more tenuous it was difficult for her to know if they understood what she was trying to say. Many of them couldn't look away from her beautiful gaze and at times it seemed as if their smiles indicated some deeper understanding. Yet she was never able to know for beyond a shadow of a doubt and it was that uncertainty that kept her lucid. Which was a rather annoying trend all on it's own. So in an effort to make herself known she sucked off the Gnoll basking in her the pleasures of her throat with all the skill she'd developed across the millennia. He didn't last more than a couple seconds under the full brunt of her ministrations and the moment he'd finished she spoke.

“Don't stop!” She begged them, spunk pouring from her mouth, “No matter what! Don't stop fucking me! Never stop! Please . . . don't stop!” Seemingly unable to continue a moment longer the edges of her vision started to darken and consciousness began to fade, “Don't . . . stop . . . fucking . . . meeeeeee . . .”

Several days passed without any word from Lady Tirsala or the Beastmen she was visiting. By the end of the first day every member of her court had begun to fear the worst. By the end of the second her daughters were preparing themselves for war. By the end of the third all of Taer Vallen had joined in the preparations Forges burned day and night as any who could lift a sword, cast a spell, or fire an arrow readied themselves to avenge their beloved leader. Ancient pacts forged with the forest realms were called upon and the many denizens of the deep woods were summoned to aid in the coming battle. It was only the slimmest, most desperate hope that Lady Tirsala might remain alive that kept their fury from being unleashed. Though none dared let themselves believe she might've survived in the company of the Beastmen for so long unharmed they none could truly accept her death. Not without knowing for certain what had become of her. And so they waited, sharpening their weapons and making battle plans all the while wondering just what had become of their Lady. An answer wouldn't be found until five days had passed. Just as the people were beginning to demand action and their leaders were finding themselves unable to refuse the call. Emerging from the camp and hurrying through the deadly silent forest around him an unarmed Wererat approached Taer Vallen clutching a parchment in his clawed hands, his eyes darting around nervously every step of the way. As he approached the gates of the city he was met with a hail of arrows landing in a perfect circle around him. None were more than six inches from piercing his flesh.

“I-I have a m-message from Lady Tirsala!” He shrieked, holding up the scroll above his head and whimpering in abject terror, “S-she asked me to d-deliver it p-personally to h-her daughters!”

All five of the Lady's daughters were summoned to the battlements while the messenger continued to tremble, his arms shaking so violently the message nearly fell from his opened hands. “Move and we will we kill you Beastmen!” The eldest of them called out. He nodded and then immediately froze, a horrified look on his face.

None of the Elves reacted to him though as the youngest daughter held out her hand and uttered a quick spell. The scroll leapt from the Wererat's grasp and into hers with a faint crackle of magical energy. It was opened and all who could gathered around to read it's contents. Relief flooded their bodies upon seeing the message printed across the crude material with clearly inferior tools. It bid them to remain calm, to not act rashly and believe in their Lady. To understand that she was well and negotiations were going better than she could have expected. They were told that she would return home within a week and bring with her news of the treaty forged between the House of Taer Vallen and the Beastmen. Just seeing those words penned in the flowing, delicate hand of their Lady was enough to cool the fires inside their hearts. Their minds were filled with innumerable questions as they read her message again and contemplated the meaning of her words. The scouts had reported no sign of her within the camp since she entered the chieftain's tent, only the arrival or departure of many important Beastmen and a enough food for a great feast. At first they'd believed this an ill omen, a sure sign of their Lady's death and some revolting celebration to herald it, but after her message it was difficult for them be certain.

“Return to your camp!” The eldest daughter shouted to the Wererat. Tell our Lady we shall expect her return on the seventh day! If she has not entered Taer Vallen by morning we will storm your camp and exact our retribution!”

Nodding frantically the Wererat  scurried back into the forest, his quiet whimpers echoing in the stillness. “Do you believe our mother is alive?” One of the daughters asked.

“I do. But I cannot imagine what she's doing with those creatures.” The eldest replied. “Tell the people our Lady lives. And tell them she will return on the seventh day. Or we will have war.”

Although she did return before morning on the seventh day the manner of Lady Tirsala's arrival at Taer Vallen could not have been more unlike her departure. Staggering out of the woods like a drunkard and smiling like a buffoon none of the grace and dignity she'd been know for was present in her haphazard movements. At a glance she seemed no different from the woman that'd left them a little under a week ago but with every tottering step closer it became clear just how much had changed. Her once wildly unkempt hair was plastered to her face and soaked with some strange fluid that seemed to coat every inch of her beautiful countenance. None of it seemed to be drying despite how long it'd likely remained on her face. The glittering white dress hugging her body had become oddly ill fitting as it struggled to fit around her incredibly swollen belly. While such a thing was impossible in the short amount of time she'd been gone it looked for all the world like Lady Tirsala had returned to her people in the midst of a pregnancy. Her once softly plump stomach had stretched outwards to such a degree it was a wonder her gown hadn't torn from the pressure. There was also an enormous yet barely noticeable stain visible down the front of her clothes, starting just below her inflated gut and reaching all the way down to the hem. It likely coincided with the steady trail of fluid she left smeared across the ground as she staggered down the path. Wracked by a mixture of horror and fear the guards witnessing their beloved Lady in such a state didn't even think to herald her return. They simply leapt from the battlements and rushed to her side with worry spread across their angular features.

As soon as they reached her the Lady of Taer Vallen collapsed to her knees with a gurgling laugh. The two women that'd rushed to her aid knelt down on either side of her, each one placing a hand on her shoulders as their fearful expressions melted into confusion. But their bewilderment was not born from the oddness of  Lady Tirsala's appearance but rather the strange tingling that filled them with every passing moment. In their haste to help the woman they adored neither had given any thought to or even noticed the pungent aroma clogging the air around her. If they had the two might've curbed their haste for a moment to appraise what it was they were about to immerse themselves in. That caution could have allowed them to brace themselves against the intoxicating smell now filling their nostrils and clouding their senses. It could have prevented them from breathing in deep the stench of Beastmen cum that wafted from every pore of Lady Tirsala's trembling body. And it would have saved them from being overwhelmed by the pungent, masculine scent that seemed to insidiously creep into their minds and overshadow every last thought they had. After a few breaths the two guardswomen were every bit as drunk on that impossibly arousing odor as their leader. Perhaps even more so. All the thoughts and fears they'd possessed upon seeing her vanished to be replaced only by wanton urges and mindless desires more appropriate to rutting animals than sentient creatures. Yet they did not care. They couldn't care. As they knelt beside their Lady drinking in the delicious fragrance of those beastly pheromones the two couldn't possibly focus on anything but their own rampant arousal.

“What have they done to you my Lady?” One of the guardswomen managed to ask in the last moments before all reason departed from her mind.

“Satisfied me in every way a woman might be satisfied,” She answered, her voice thick and strangely watery as she spoke, “Would you like me to share their gifts?”

The women on either side of her nodded profusely and Lady Tirsala grinned at them. But it was a look unlike anything they'd ever seen. It possessed all of the same warmth and radiance as any other smile only with a licentious twist that completely transformed her face. For a moment it felt as if another being was looking at them with sparkling eyes and delightfully upturned lips. But then she gave them a taste of what she'd experienced and all that fell by the wayside in favor of a quite literal flood of desire unlike anything they'd felt in their lives. Draping an arm around the shoulders of the woman that'd asked after her well being the Lady of Taer Vallen swooped in for a kiss. Her lips pressed against her partner's in a sudden, wild embrace fraught with the sort of passion that couldn't be faked. But no as wonderful as that kiss was and as happy the guardswoman was to share it with her beloved leader that was far from the end of the surprises she had to give. She only had to relax her consciously tightened throat to send cum bubbling up from the depths of her belly. It surged into her mouth in a thick, gooey jet that was little more than a pale imitation of the force that'd put it there in the first place. Of course the woman receiving it didn't know that and the sudden deluge of creamy Beastmen jizz exploding into her mouth couldn't have been more stunning. Everything about the taste, texture, and simple presence of it inside her sent the woman into fits of convulsions almost immediately. Her already sodden pussy unleashed a hot torrent of arousal inside her breeches while every inch of her body tensed or quivered at the same time. Her mind didn't even have to tell her body to gulp down that incredible flood of warm seed, it was filling her stomach long before she had a proper thought in her head.

Sharing more than enough to leave her guardswoman breathless and wholly unable to control herself the Lady of Taer Vallen pulled away with a delighted moan. Cum was dripping from her lips and a wild look had spread across her face. When she turned towards the second woman she was met by a jealous stare as the second guard watched the sordid display before her. All too eager to give both of them a chance to enjoy what she had Lady Tirsala kissed her other companion just as fiercely as the first. Not a moment after their lips met more cum was erupting from the depths of her belly to erupt into the other woman's mouth. Much like her compatriot she was dumbfounded, overwhelmed, and aroused by that deluge of thick spunk. She could taste no small amount of her partner's natural flavor among the bitter yet delicious flood and that added hint of sweetness paired wonderfully with what might have been a slightly more unpleasant experience than she expected. But her body quickly adjusted to the unfamiliar taste of Beastmen spunk and it wasn't long before she was reduced to the same quivering mass of half functional limbs that her fellow had been turned into. Not to mention what Lady Tirsala herself had become many, many times while in the encampment. When their kiss ended, what seemed like hours later, her stomach was full of cum and yet she still craved more. Never in her life had she felt such an incredible ache in her loins. It dominated her thoughts in a way nothing ever had and though she had no awareness of it her fellow guard was experiencing the exact same rush. Both of them were gasping and moaning with unbridled pleasure on either side of their Lady but it was only after they were well and truly flushed with desperate lust that she told them what they wanted to hear.

“Go to the camp . . .” She urged her guards, “Experience the joys of cooperation yourselves . . . tell them I sent you . . . and meet with Siltash before you do anything else . . .”

“Yes my Lady . . .” Both guardswomen said in dazed voices.

They rose to their feet, clearly unable to stand but unwilling to remain anywhere but at the Beastmen's encampment, “Return only when you've had your fill . . .” Lady Tirsala continued, “And until then . . . enjoy!”

Needing no more prompting than that the two women staggered off into the darkness, their hearts pounding and their minds racing. It was unlikely either would return for several days and their grinning Lady knew it. Although she'd done her best to satisfy and meet with every Beastmen within the camp it was difficult to accommodate three thousand of them in the short window she'd been allowed. Had she been given another few days she couldn't ensured the loyalty and cooperation of every last male inside that camp. Sadly her daughters had forced her hand and she'd returned before all her hard work could be ruined. But that didn't mean she couldn't send as many of her own people to the encampment until her own, inevitable return. She could already think of a few within her court, male and female alike, that might enjoy a long, passionate negotiation with some of the Beastmen she'd seen. Of course before any of that she had to return to her hall and meet with her undoubtedly worried subjects. They deserved and explanation of her behavior and she was all to happy to give them one. After she found the strength to stand and resume her waddling gait once more. A feat that proved considerably easier after sharing so much of the cum they'd dumped inside her with the two lucky women she'd happened across at the gates. Rising to her feet was considerably easier than when she'd first left Siltash's camp, though her incredibly swollen belly had barely diminished at all at she was still forced to cradle it with one hand as she stumbled towards the gates of Taer Vallen. Fortunately the missing the guardswomen had not gone unnoticed and more soldiers were already moving across the battlements.

Unlike their departed companions none of the guards leapt down in aid of their Lady, instead choosing to alert the rest of the city ro her return and open the gates. Which was perhaps what the two women she'd tempted should've done but Lady Tirsala was delighted they hadn't. In the time it took her to wobble past the portcullis nearly all of her people had flooded the streets to welcome her back. Their unmitigated delight upon seeing their beloved Lady was quickly tempered by confusion, surprise, and in some cases anger upon seeing the state she was in. Because she couldn't persuade all of them in the manner that'd won over two of her guards she had to resort to more vague tactics until word could be spread properly. Which meant assuring them of her health and well being in the calm, soothing tone all of them had come to expect from her. Alongside many a reassuring smile and even stopping entirely to speak with individuals that seemed particularly distraught. She found herself doing that more and more often as her people filled the road to see her and that constant delaying allowed both her daughters and the captain of her personal guard to find her long before she reached her hall. While her children rushed to her side the same as the guardswomen that were now making their way to the camp had they seemed unaffected by the cloying, musky scent wafting from their mother's body. Kiyvathra, the leader of the 'royal' guards was not quite so lucky. Reaching her side moments before Lady Tirsala's own children she didn't hesitate for a moment to all but carry her the rest of the way upon seeing how difficult it was for her to move. A single glance at her pale, often stern countenance revealed the effects of that potent, Beastmen cum was already beginning to take over.

Yet in spite of this Kiyvathra's sense of duty and overwhelming love of her Lady managed to keep her from completely losing control. At least for the time being, “Are you all right my Lady?” She asked in a hushed tone that only Tirsala could hear, “I knew you shouldn't have gone alone!”

“I've never been better my love,” She replied with an incandescent smile that did not go unnoticed by those around them. “I have so much to share with you . . . but first I must explain to the people what has happened . . .”

“In less detail I imagine.”

“Of course . . . some things they'd best enjoy learning themselves . . .”

Kiyvathra chuckled and nodded, unable to argue with the wisdom of those words. The two of them, followed closely by the rest of the city, made their way to the hall. Everyone that could filtered in after their Lady with her daughters and the nobles moving to the front while the rest spilled out into the street beyond. With the help of her captain Lady Tirsala made her way to her seat and slumped into the comfortable wooden frame with a sigh. Her body shivered as the cum within her shifted and slowly settled in this new position. For several seconds nobody spoke, although they hardly needed to. Even without the ability to read their minds she knew their thoughts as plainly as she knew her own. After a minute of gradually building uncertainty it was clear none of them were going to speak up. So with no small amount of effort she pulled herself into a more dignified position and looked out across the hall with a smile. Her expression was as warm and inviting as it'd ever been and it soon spurred one of the more outspoken among her people to finally ask the question every last Elf in the realm already knew but needed to hear regardless.

“What happened my Lady?” He asked, “What happened to you at that camp?”

“Peace has been found!” She declared, “The Beastmen are not our foes and, in time, I hope they will become far more than allies. But for now they are and will forever remain our friends.”

“But at what cost Mother?!” The eldest of her children demanded while the rest vehemently nodded and murmurs filled the crowd.

“My wonderful, caring daughters,” Lady Tirsala smiled, “I have sacrificed nothing. What I did to secure this peace was not a burden on me and never could be. They didn't force my hand nor was I ever anything but a willing participant in the negotiations. My actions were entirely my own and their were made with the good of Taer Vallen, our people, and the Beastmen in mind. In time I know you'll come to understand that. In your own ways.”

“You can't possibly mean that!” Her youngest exclaimed, a multitude of nodding heads and consenting whispers following her words.

“I mean it with all my heart.” She let her words hand in the air for a moment before continuing in a voice that carried to the ears of every last Elf present, “Every last one of you knows what I did in that camp. You may not understand it nor do you have any idea of the full scope but you know as much as you need to understand. I'm sorry if my actions have made you think less of me, I can imagine how this must have affected my reputation. I can only ask what I have always asked: that you trust me. That you believe my actions were not the wild flight of fancy they must appear to be. If you cannot or will not accept this . . . it saddens me greatly but I bear no ill will towards any of you for your thoughts. I never could and never will . . .” A hush fell over her people as she paused once more, this time looking at them with a melancholy happiness, “Please . . . allow this peace time to blossom . . . see what might become of it . . . withhold judgment of the Beastmen, judge me all you like, but do not condemn them for their behavior.”

“We don't wish to condemn anyone my Lady . . .” The noble said.

“It's simply . . . difficult for us to understand . . .” Another clarified.

“We know you acted on our behalf Mother.” Her second eldest child added, “We have never doubted this . . . but knowing that and understanding how your actions were for our benefit . . . is not easy . . .”

Many others expressed those same thoughts in their own ways, including many of the 'commoners' that barely managed to fit in the hall. Lady Tirsala heard each and every one of them speak and only after all who wished to make their thoughts known had done so did she respond, “Then I am sorry I haven't explained myself more clearly . . . what I did with the Beastmen was part of the negotiation . . . it was a calculated strategy based on what I learned about them . . . if you wish to understand more I invite you to read the essays and research that informed me . . . I will have my scribes copy it for any who wish to see it and the original texts will be placed in the libraries . . . so none might accuse me of withholding information . . .”

Immediately a chorus of voices rang out as her people balked at the idea of her lying to them. Her face lit up in a heartfelt look of pure affection and despite the challenge of doing so she pushed herself to her feet just as her middle daughter spoke, “I don't think anything will be lost if we continue this after our Lady has had a chance to rest.” She said, looking at her mother with a smile before turning towards the rest of the Elves, “We all might have an easier time understanding after a day of restful sleep. I'm sure many of you could benefit from a day not spent worrying about our Lady.”

Many of those present nodded, even the rest of her daughters, and Lady Tirsala again smiled at them in that most radiant manner, “Thank you all so much . . . I cannot express how dear each and every one of you is to me . . . Please, if you have any questions that need to be asked now do not hesitate to pose them . . .” She beamed at those around her and waited for even the most shy among her people to speak their minds. When nobody did she offered them a final, jubilant expression that filled all their hearts with a surge of renewed adoration, “Sleep well and know that tomorrow will bring even greater things than today . . .”

Though she knew they would seek further understanding it was readily apparent from the faces she saw as her people left the hall that many were simply happy to have her back. Even the Elves that seemed discontent were smiling genuinely at her as the departed. As ever her daughters seemed to have no end of questions but since Lady Tirsala had raised them to question her at every opportunity that was yet another victory in her mind. Soon she was alone with Kiyvathra and her royal guard, all of whom had remained characteristically stoic throughout the entire meeting. Like she did every day before going to bed she thanked them for their care and expressed her deep love for the dedication they showed. Her words were met with blushing faces and gruff nods that never failed to send her lips curling upwards in response. Once all of them were certain how she felt Lady Tirsala departed for her private chambers and the bath she very much needed to take. She waddled down the halls and into the well furnished but suitably modest room where she enjoyed her most private times. Which was why it didn't surprise her in the least when Kiyvathra appeared in the doorway a few moments after she'd entered. Wordlessly stepping into the sauna behind her the captain of the guard shot the door then approached her love to help remove the dress clinging to her body.

“Thank you . . .” Tirsala whispered.

“Of course . . .” Her gown was tossed aside and suddenly Kiyvathra was made privy to the full scope of what had been done to her partner. “Was this your idea or theirs?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

Lady Tirsala laughed as her companion saw the thick, wadded up cloth that'd been stuffed inside her pussy and asshole. Each bundle was at least as big around as her bicep and visibly sodden with the cum it was meant to keep inside her. Climbing into the bathtub she slid across the polished metallic contours with a quiet sigh, her hands reaching past her swollen belly towards the now useless fabric shoved into her holes. Taking a moment to look at her friend and lover with a lascivious grin she ripped those makeshift plugs out as fast as she could. They flew high into the air above her head, thick strands of spunk arcing almost gracefully from the ends as they spun. And yet in spite of how eye catching those rags might've been they were nothing compared to the sight unfolding between her legs. With nothing left to keep the flood of Beastmen seed at bay what seemed like gallons of their creamy jizz came rushing out of Lady Tirsala's still gaped holes like twin geysers. Accompanied by her passionate moan and the sloppiest noise Kiyvathra had ever heard it spewed against the opposite end of the tub in a spray more powerful than she could've ever imagined. Almost immediately the basin started to fill with cum and the sight grew more lewd by the moment.

Not at all helped, or perhaps entirely helped, by her Lady raising her feet and to rest her ankles on either side of the bath. This sent much of that gooey fluid arcing a bit higher into the air before it sloshed down into the rising tide beneath. The entire room was echoing with the sound of her body evacuating it's tawdry contents, punctuated by the delighted moans of the woman happily debasing herself before the woman she loved. It took the captain of the guard quite a long time to realize she was gasping as well, her own focus so heavily dedicated to her love she had little awareness of herself. As the flow steadily lessened after the initial surge her own amazement became far more clear and she did nothing to prevent it. Especially as the jizz filling that beautifully crafted tub slowly covered Lady Tirsala's belly and the lowest portions of her ample, heaving breasts as well. But sadly there wasn't nearly enough to envelop her completely, though when she lowered her feet back into the thickly churning seed it did cover a great deal.

“By the spirits!” Kiyvathra exclaimed, a hand flying up to her mouth as she spotted the cavernous ruins that used to be her lover's asshole and pussy, “What have they done to you?! What have you done to yourself?!”

“My body will heal . . .” Lady Tirsala moaned, “And everything that was done to me was done at my own request . . .”

“But why?”

“Because for all their willingness to seek peace the Beastmen have a single, unfortunate flaw standing in the way of harmony: they cannot trust those they don't consider kin. Not fully.”

“But I don't understand . . . how could you become their kin if . . . oh . . . they consider anyone they mate with kin . . . don't they?”

“Exactly.” She cooed, sinking into the cum filled tub as deep as she could go and moaning softly as the warmth enveloped her, “I learned this while studying them and before long I knew there was no other way I could assure them of my intentions.”

“So your actions were entirely selfless?” Kiyvathra asked, her tone ever so slightly sardonic as the corners of her mouth twitched upwards.

“No . . .” Lady Tirsala admitted. She held out a hand to her guard captain and despite her continued shock her lover took it without question. Soon she was kneeling beside the bathtub with a knowing grin spread across her face. “I cannot pretend the prospect of laying with Beastmen didn't excite me. It still excites me . . . When I realized what it would take to secure peace I'd never felt more alive . . . I hope you don't think less of me for it my love . . . but for once I gave my own desires as much weight as the needs of our people . . . it was a terrible moment of weakness . . . one I hope to never experience again and yet . . .”

“You want to return to the Beastmen as soon as you can?”

“Yes . . .” Looking at her lifelong friend and secret partner Lady Tirsala's eyes were filled with a mix of sorrow and excitement, “I'm so sorry I let you down Kiyva . . . I'm so sorry . . .”

Consumed by a rush of emotions so powerful they were rivaled only by the first time she and Tirsala had said 'I love you' to one another Kiyvathra immediately and without hesitation wrapped her arms around the woman she loved. Although she couldn't hug her as fully as she wanted to nothing in all of existence could stop her from holding her Lady's head against her breast. An instant later her lips were pressed against her matted hair while a soft laugh spilled from the depths of her chest. She couldn't possibly explain how stupid her lover's apology was. How wildly unnecessary it'd been and how little she truly cared about the things that were clearly tearing at the heart of her wonderful companion. But she would try her best all the same, if for no other reason than to ensure she never saw that look in her woman's eyes ever again.

“Don't be stupid . . .” She murmured, “You've never let me down. Not in a thousand years . . . and if we live to see the end of the world I know it will come without you ever doing so . . .”

Letting out a sound that was equal parts shuddering gasp and relieved laughter the Lady of Taer Vallen held on tight to her woman, “But I—”

“Shut up! I don't want to hear any of the excuse you've concocted or the justifications you intend to throw at me. None of them will change my mind. In three thousand years you've put our people and our world ahead of yourself. And when you finally allow yourself to indulge you do so in a way that still benefits all of us? You're not a failure my love . . . you're the greatest among us and we're thrice blessed to have you . . . I'm blessed to have you . . .”

Unable to find the words to express how she felt Lady Tirsala resorted to kissing her love in a deep, passionate embrace. It was met and happily reciprocated and for a time that was enough. But when they eventually broke apart she couldn't help but say, “I love you Kiyva . . .”

“I love you Tirsala . . .”

They stared into one another's eyes for several long, wonderful seconds until the Lady of Taer Vallen finally blinked. The spell was broken and the full scope of their circumstances returned, “The next time I visit the Beastmen . . . would you accompany me?”

“I would love nothing more.”

“I'm overjoyed to hear that . . . but until then . . . I believe it's time you removed that armor and joined me . . .”

“Are you sure there's enough?” She joked.

“We'll make do . . .”