[MF] [buk] Amyla The Radiant Elf Princess Part 5

So here it is, the last part of this series. This is more of an epilogue than an actual chapter but I included some scenes which might be fun to read. I had a lot of fun writing Amyla, so I decided that this will not be the last time she shows up! hope you enjoy, please leave a comment on what you thought of the whole series, I love readng feedback!

The princess of the Secret City sat crossed legged on the large king size double bed; her posture was different to her usual stance now hunched over with her shoulders tensed in a defensive position. She was clad in a classier attire than her usual outfits, a baggy cotton shirt which belonged to her lover and tight-fitting brown leather trousers which hugged her curvaceous lower body; black boots with heels clad her feet for protection. She rubbed her now naked ring finger, feeling the tarnished skin from the burns which the old wedding ring gave her. The band now sat in front of her, almost taunting her for what happened. She felt like crying again, like she did 9 months ago. Amyla laid back on her bed covering her eyes with her left arm, forcing herself to remember what took place. Quickly she was brought back to that morning.

The night after her ex-husband was humiliated as he unwillingly watched as she made primal, ravenous love to her master. Once Revan was far enough away from hearing his wife scream with pleasure, begging her master for more as she was fucked anally by a cock all men, including Revan himself, wanted, he went straight to the king to tell him of the divorce she wanted. The king, knowing full well that the marriage was not long for this world, sighed depressively as he asked for the marriage papers which where created the day Amyla and Revan married. In the subtext on the final page of the old document he read in silence as his son-in-law stood there trying to forget that he enjoyed his wife fucking another man.

She was woken up late by her handmaids Suki and Belle, forcing her to put on something presentable for an audience with her father. Hurrying and with confusion Amyla dressed in a simple white and gold dress which hung loosely over her toned hourglass body. As she approached, she knew there was something amiss, the usual lively atmosphere of the castle was more sombre and almost mournful as she passed a group of guards led by Jonna. He stopped once he got to her and rested his hand on her shoulder comfortingly telling her it will be ok.

At the time Amyla remembered being dizzy with thoughts, what was going on? Had she said something the night before whist drunk with lust? It was soon revealed once she reached the large throne room. In the middle of the stone, tapestry covered hall there stood a small square marble table which held up a sheet of parchment and a quill pen. As she approached the guards looked sad as they tried to avert their gaze from the beautiful young princess.

Her bare feet tapped the cold floor as she saw her father and step-mother sitting on their silver thrones, wearing their crowns together like this was a formal trial for treason. Amyla remembered exactly what was said at this fateful morning. Her father had told her that the prince accepted the divorce, and signed the relevant papers. She felt the ring burn lightly as she heard what he did. The last time the ring ever burned.

“You know his terms of divorce my sweet child.” The king muttered, tears reluctantly falling down his plump but soft cheeks. She looked over the papers and signed with defeat, Revan had used this as a weapon in the past.

She looked over the text written by a master calligrapher, there it read ‘She who signs this paper will divorce Prince Revan. In exchange for accepting this divorce, her lineage of the throne must be forfeit to the Prince and she must be cast out from the city, never to return.’ Recalling those words Amyla let a tear roll down her face. She remembered asking her father

“And what of my child?” Amyla asked.

To which he replied “You will stay until he is born, only then once you have recovered from the birth you will be escorted out.”

The part which hurt her the most was the fate of her love, the human who changed her life from a toxic marriage to what she knew was freedom from hell. “The human has been forced to leave already. His memory wiped and all knowledge of you has been taken.”

She sat up on her bed and ran her fingers through her long silky blonde hair, even when recently giving birth to beautiful baby girl she still looked perfect; albeit with bloodshot eyes and a red face from crying. She looked toward her bedside table, seeing a shining necklace holding a bright green gemstone. It was the only thing she had left of Geon besides the shirt she currently wore. It was left there on their bed once she returned from signing the papers, he must have brought it from the town during his freedom…after she became his. She reached over to the table and clutched it in her soft pale hands, slowly putting it on around her neck. She held the emerald stone up and examined it, remembering that even if she tracked him down, he would never remember…the spell was just too powerful…

“Holy Shit…My spell!” Amyla quickly stuffed the necklace between her breasts, letting it rest cosily between her E cup tits as she bounced up with a burst of happiness. Her spell which she had performed on Geon that day…she wanted to make him immortal, but with what happened it would have been bad; as being immortal and not remembering why would have been bad. But she cast a special spell, that one day, his bloodline will produce a man who would possess identical features as the host of the spell. She felt her heart leap. She would just need to find him…

“I’ll do it.” she said to herself. She had decided that she would spend her immortal life travelling the outside world, knowing that one day she will sense the magic take effect, she will know. Bravely, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, snapping her fingers she could see her pointed ears slowly retract back, getting smaller and smaller until they looked identical to a human’s ears. Taking a deep breath, she held her head high like a princess would and strutted out of the room, leaving the wedding ring to never be touched again.

50 Years Since Banishment.

The Raging Stallion Tavern was always bustling full of soldiers who where stationed at a garrison 30 miles south of the town. It was like most evenings, men drinking until they could not walk, slurring their flirts to the serving maids and female customers. One such woman finished her drink and lightly placed it down on the table. She was a tall and pretty woman, with short black hair and defining cheekbones and dull blue eyes. She was admiring one of the barmaids who owned a share of the business. She, like the rest of the tavern, would admire her beauty. Her long blonde hair swayed as she walked in that sexy way. The owner knew she was like a goddess, and she loved the attention.

The drinking woman tapped the table to get her attention. The blonde woman approached with a large jug of frothing ale in one hand, and a slightly tarnished silver platted held under her armpit, pushing her large tits together.

“Another sweet thing?” She asked pouting her lips as she looked down at the drinking woman with glowing green eyes. The woman smiled and leaned back in her chair sliding the cup toward her.

“How about you join me for a moment of two?” She asked raising an eyebrow. The blonde woman giggled and shrugged, sitting down opposite her.

“I’ve seen you here before. What’s your name?” the barmaid asked, scanning her companion up and down.

“I am Samantha…And you?” The woman grinned as she poured the cup until the foam of the alcohol overlapped and started to fall on the table.

“You know my name is Amyla. I may look like a whore but I see a lot here in my tavern. I’ve seen you stare at me more than the guys do in here.”

Samantha bit her lip as she looked into Amyla’s eyes, she was getting lost in those emeralds as they shone in the firelight.

“Well maybe its because I like what I see…” Amyla blinked a few times before leaning forward, resting her head on her hands.

“Maybe I do too Samantha…”

Muffled moans erupted from the stock room. Samantha, legs spread wide running her fingers through Amyla’s hair as she was feeling the immense pleasure of feeling the tongue of the goddess lick her clit. She wrapped her legs over the shoulders of the naked Amyla and felt an orgasm overcome her body as she vibrated as she came. Amyla moaned as she felt her naked body, spanking her thick ass. After a moment, Samantha loosened her grip on Amyla, panting hard as she regained composure. Amy stood up on her knees, showing her naked body to Samantha. Her nipples poked out like daggers as she groped herself in front of Samantha. The short haired woman looked at her in awe as she locked her eyes on her tits as they were fondled; silver necklace hanging between the large natural globes.

“You would make millions owning a brothel.” Samantha moaned as she leaned forward to caress every inch of Amyla like she had no control over herself.

“I get good enough customers just coming to watch me walk around.” She giggled as she reacted cutely to the cold touch of her partner. They kissed lightly, hearing the crowd outside grow increasingly dissatisfied over the lack of Amyla around the tavern.

“You should get back…they all want a piece of you…” Samantha gave the elf a spank before leaning back to put her clothes back on.

500 Years Since Banishment.

“I thought you men in this tribe where meant to be big?” Amyla squatted there in the hot and cramped tent, her skin tanned to a flawless bronze, she was naked, except for a black cloth which covered her privates, the back riding up her ass crack which her cheeks engulfed the fabric. Surrounding her where 7 men, all naked and erect, they held their cocks out jerking off as Amyla looked around at the tanned men.

Not one of them seemed to look like the one she was looking for. She began to jerk off two cocks with her hands, a third in her mouth as she sucked like it was her 9-5 job. She wanted to get this over with, clearly the men where eager and 3 had already blasted their load before even being touched by the tribe’s new queen.

She looked at each of them, moving to another to suck while the rest furiously masturbated to her. She felt ropes of cum down her back and tits, she went through a lot of men around this country. She was sure that she felt the magic draw her here, but alas it seemed that he was not here. Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt the warm spray of cum hit the back of her throat. Swallowing with a loud gulp she looked up at him and opened her mouth wide to show she drunk his seed.

The next 10 minutes was filled with loud moans and pleads to offer the rest of her body, as well as annoyed grunts over how clearly bored and turned off she was by getting into a circle jerk. Once the alpha male of the tribe was sucked dry by their queen, she laid down on the carpet which scratched her cum covered back. Sighing deeply, she snapped her fingers and looked to the entrance of the tent. A young man no older than 20 come into the room wearing shackles around his wrists and legs, a slave of the tribe. While smaller than the men who had tried to please her, he was still pretty large, the men in the country where build to last it seemed to Amyla.

“Get my Bath ready.” She ordered as he bowed and scurried off. She stood up slowly and shook herself, making her best arts move with her.

“I should go tan more often…I wonder if Geon would have liked it.” She quickly felt for the necklace, feeling it un touched by the men’s cum she smiled and muttered to herself

“I’m magic, I can be tanned for him when I meet him again.” She smiled and felt her legs quiver at the thought of him feeling her again, his hands feeling her legs and stomach. Feeling those hands grope her huge tits which no one in 500 years have even closely matched.

Minutes later she was resting in the large bath, made from bronze metal. She sank deeper into the warm bubbled water as she closed her eyes and imagined herself getting touched by her man. She moaned loudly as she felt her hand reach for her pussy which made the slave enter the tent with alarm.

“My queen…are you ok?!” he called from the entrance of the tent in the native tongue.

“All ok…actually come in…” Amyla replied with an erotic smile. Pensively, the slave walked into the room hoping his masters would not catch him. Amyla looked at him up and down licking her lips, she moved to sit on all fours, her bare ass hanging up from the water, tits half submerged, her hair flared out soaked through laying on her arched back.

“There’s a big scary monster in the bath…I need a big strong man to save me.” She winked at him and shook her ass left and right as he looked shocked.

“M-my queen?” he asked with a shake in his voice.

“Yes?” she asked cutely pouting her lips and batting her eyelashes.

“Won’t my hero come and rescue the very lonely and quite frankly horny damsel?” She grinned and gestured him closer by pulling her finger our of the bath and pointing to the edge of the bath.

Amyla lathered her huge tits with soap, getting them nice and slippery for the slave as he laid in the bath with her between his legs. By the side of the bath the necklace hung as Amyla wrapped her tits around the cock of the slave. She squeezed her melons together as she titty fucked the slave. While she pleased the young man, she couldn’t help but see Geon instead of the salve, she worked this cock like she did her masters so many years ago. she moaned as she felt the warm water wash around her naked body as she began to suck the tip of his cock while massaging his shaft with her tits. She looked up at him, winked seductively as she felt the slaves cock throb hard. While she saw her old master, the slave saw a goddess giving him pleasure like he never saw before.

“Cum for me Geon…let me drink your cum!” she moaned as she released her tits from the position and submerged her head under water, deepthroating his 6-inch dick. Like before, she felt the shoot of cum spray into her mouth as she swallowed every rope which shot out of him. She finally emerged from the water with the slave’s flaccid cock resting on her tits.

“Well…that was much better than those other guys.” She panted as she looked up at the tall slave.

Present Day.

“And here we see the same depiction of the woman here in the tapestry, made almost a century after the carvings found in the ancient ruins.” The middle-aged man stood over a full class in the lecture hall. He was rather plump, but looked like he would have been handsome back in his young adult years. He wore a deep blue blazer over a lighter blue jumper, in his left hand holding a mug of what everyone in class thought was coffee, but in fact filled with strong spirits to help him through the day. He pointed to the pictures which where projected onto the huge screen which covered a large portion of the wall which most of the students where not paying attention to.

On the left was a carving of a womanly figure sitting on the throne next to another human like carving, only this one wore a large head dress while the smaller but curvy one had a green gem sitting on the middle of her body. around them where smaller figures assuming a prayer like pose as a form of worship for the two throne sitting figures.

“As seen on both depictions, she is known to have long blonde or silver hair, and have a green light emitting from her chest. Many historians assume that the green is from a chest tattoo which is shown to stand out. However many, including me, think that this is a piece of priceless jewellery, most probably emerald.”

The other piece of art, a grey and gold tapestry depicted the woman in more detail, this time defining her body more accurately with a thin gold and green line around her neck, her hair was bright yellow and hung to her feet. In the cloth, it showed her holding her hand out to a man with a crown, kneeling down and praying to her. Around her head was a while circle, showing how they saw the woman as a god-like being.

The teacher rambled on for what seemed like an eternity. On the back row of the lecture theatre, a tall blonde man looked to the person sitting next to him. He could smell the strong alluring perfume from inches away which made him quite aroused. He nudged her lightly as she broke her interested and almost amused eye contact with the screen and looked toward the man quizzically.

“Hey, I’m Brad.” He held out his hand for her to shake, which she did lightly. Smiling up at him, eyes a light shade of green (almost like the colour was dulled over time)

“I’m Amy.” She whispered as she retracted her hand from the man.

“So, you’re the top girl in class…” he smirked arrogantly and looked at her up and down. Her hair long, blonde and tied into a ponytail. She wore tight short shorts which showed her soft looking thighs. Over her body she had stuffed her curves and large tits into a tight white tank top pushed up with a push up bra. On her ears where small, old looking earrings and jewellery wrapped around her small wrists. Brad looked between her cleavage to see a shining silver necklace which was lost in the abyss of her huge breasts.

“I am.” She said simply looking back at the screen.

“You seem to know a lot about ancient history. You got 100% on the last test I heard.” She smiled, half listening to the man who was obviously trying to get into her pants…she couldn’t blame him, she wore such skimpy clothing to attract that kind of attention.

“Yeah I did.” She muttered simply, leaning back and crossing her pale arms under her large breasts.

“Could you help me with the ancient poems? I can’t seem to get my head around them…do you have a dorm room?” He asked, eyes lighting up as he spoke.

“I do…” Amy replied sheepishly, pretending to act shy.

“How about I come round tonight? And we can get…. stuck in?” Amy looked over at him smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t think my boyfriend would approve.” The light in his eyes sank a little, but he did not try to get the revelation to deter him from his ultimate goal.

“He doesn’t need to know baby.” Brad brushed his hand over her bare arm as he turned his whole body toward her. Amy looked around and matched him, pivoting in place to look at him.

“Mmmm. Well I’ve been known for cheating…but this guy, I really like him, and one disappointing night with you won’t change my mind.” Smiling to herself she turned in place and pulled the gemstone of the necklace out between her cleavage, admiring it as it still shone as well as it did when she first was given it. Her heart fluttered, she only had to wait 1 more year, next summer until he enrolled.

The End…?

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