Aelindor returned at dawn.
Valeria stood in the courtyard, watching her husband dismount from his patrol horse. He looked tired but happy, his delicate elven features brightening when he saw her.
"My love," he called, crossing the distance between them.
She forced a smile as he embraced her, his slender arms wrapping around her waist. He was so much smaller than Ethan. Than the King. She could feel the difference in every touch.
"I've missed you," Aelindor murmured against her hair. "Three days felt like an eternity."
Guilt twisted in her stomach. Three days that she'd spent being fucked by a human squire. Three days of betrayal.
"I missed you too," she lied smoothly.
He pulled back, studying her face. "You look different. Radiant, even. Has something good happened?"
Yes. I discovered I'm a whore who craves cocks bigger than yours.
"Just happy you're home safely," she said instead.
They walked to their quarters together, Aelindor chattering about the patrol. Valeria barely heard him, her mind on tonight. The King expected her. Would command her. Would use her.
Inside their rooms, Aelindor pulled her close again. "I've been thinking about something during the patrol."
"Oh?"
"About us. About our future." His violet eyes were earnest. "We've been married three centuries, Valeria. I think it's time we started a family."
Her heart stopped. A family. Children.
"I know we've always said we'd wait," Aelindor continued, "but watching you with your duties, seeing how devoted you are... I want to give you children. I want to see you round with our child."
The irony was devastating. Her husband wanted to breed her while she was secretly serving two other men. While the King had already commanded her to get pregnant.
"That's... that's wonderful," she managed. "I want that too."
She did want children. Just not his.
The thought horrified her even as it sent heat between her legs.
Aelindor kissed her, gentle and sweet. Nothing like the brutal claiming she'd experienced from Ethan and the King. His hands moved to her armor, unfastening it with familiar ease.
"Now?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
"I've been thinking about you for three days," he admitted, his cheeks flushing. "Please?"
She couldn't refuse. Not without raising suspicion.
They made love on their bed—the same bed where she'd betrayed him with Ethan. Aelindor was tender, reverent, treating her like precious glass. His cock slipped inside her easily; she was still stretched from the King yesterday.
He didn't notice.
"You're so perfect," he breathed, moving with slow, careful thrusts. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she said automatically, the words ash in her mouth.
It took him only a few minutes to finish. He always came quickly, overwhelmed by sensation. He collapsed beside her, breathing hard.
"That was wonderful," he sighed contentedly.
Valeria stared at the ceiling, unsatisfied and aching. She'd barely felt him. After Ethan's size and the King's dominance, her husband's lovemaking was like a whisper compared to a scream.
"Yes," she lied. "Wonderful."
Within minutes, Aelindor was asleep, exhausted from his patrol and their brief coupling. Valeria lay awake, counting the hours until midnight.
When the palace bells chimed twelve times, she slipped from bed. Aelindor didn't stir, dead to the world.
She dressed in a simple robe—nothing underneath as the King had commanded in his message earlier. The walk through dark corridors felt like a dream. Or a nightmare.
The throne room doors loomed before her. She pushed them open.
The massive chamber was dimly lit by enchanted torches. The King sat on his throne at the far end, a figure of absolute power in the shadows.
But he wasn't alone.
Ethan stood to the side, confusion and fear written across his young face.
"Your Majesty?" Valeria's voice echoed in the empty space. "What is—"
"Close the doors, Captain," the King commanded. "We have much to discuss."
She obeyed, the heavy doors booming shut behind her.
"Come here. Both of you."
Valeria and Ethan approached the throne together. The young squire looked terrified. She felt a stab of sympathy—he had no idea what he'd become entangled in.
"Kneel," the King ordered.
They knelt side by side before him.
"Do you know why you're here, boy?" the King asked Ethan.
"N-no, Your Majesty."
"You've been fucking my Captain. Defiling her with your human cock. Corrupting an elven woman of noble standing."
Ethan went white. "Your Majesty, I—I can explain—"
"Silence." The King's voice cut like a blade. "I don't need explanations. I need demonstrations."
He turned his gaze to Valeria. "Tell me, Captain. Did you enjoy lying to your husband today?"
Her throat tightened. "Your Majesty—"
"Answer the question."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Louder."
"Yes, I enjoyed lying to him."
"And did you let him fuck you?"
Shame burned through her. "Yes."
"How was it? Compared to what you've had recently?"
She couldn't answer.
"I said, how was it?" His voice hardened.
"Disappointing," she admitted, the word barely audible.
"Explain why."
"He's... he's too small. Too quick. Too gentle."
"Too gentle," the King repeated. "So you prefer to be used roughly? Like the whore you've become?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ethan made a small sound of shock beside her.
"Good. Now, I want you to describe something for me." The King leaned forward. "Describe this human's cock. In detail."
Valeria's face burned. "Your Majesty, please—"
"That's an order, Captain."
She swallowed hard. "He's... he's large. Much larger than any elf I've known. Thick and long. When he enters me, it stretches me, fills me completely. Sometimes it hurts at first, but then—"
"But then what?"
"But then it feels better than anything else," she finished miserably.
"Better than your husband?"
"Yes."
"Better than me?"
She hesitated. The King was larger than Aelindor but not quite as massive as Ethan. But the power he wielded...
"Different, Your Majesty. You feel... more commanding. More overwhelming."
"Diplomatic answer." He smiled coldly. "But we both know the truth. Now, here's what's going to happen."
He gestured to Ethan. "You, boy, are going to watch. You're going to see what happens when a King claims what belongs to him. And you're going to understand your place in this arrangement."
Ethan looked stricken. "Your Majesty—"
"Speak again without permission and I'll have you executed."
Ethan's mouth snapped shut.
The King turned to Valeria. "And you, my corrupted little Captain, are going to answer a question. If you could choose only one of us—me, the human, or your husband—who would it be?"
The question hung in the air like a sword.
She knew the answer. Had known it since yesterday.
"You, Your Majesty."
"Why?"
"Because you own me. You command me. You make me feel like property, and I..." She couldn't finish.
"And you love it," the King completed. "Say it."
"I love it," she whispered. "I love being your property."
"Good." He stood, descending the throne steps. "Strip. Both of you."
Valeria removed her robe with trembling hands. Beside her, Ethan reluctantly did the same. His cock was already half-hard despite his fear.
"Look at that," the King observed. "The boy still wants you. Even knowing he'll watch me take you. Even knowing he'll never truly have you again."
He circled them like prey. "Valeria, I want you to look at him. Look at what you've ruined."
She met Ethan's eyes. Saw the hurt, the desire, the devastation.
"Now look at me."
She turned to the King. He was already unlacing his breeches, freeing his cock.
"Choose," he commanded. "His cock or mine. Right now."
"Yours," she said without hesitation.
Ethan flinched as if struck.
"Come here."
Valeria approached the King. He sat on the throne, positioning her to straddle his lap facing him.
"Ride me," he commanded. "Show the boy what real passion looks like."
She sank onto his cock, moaning as he filled her. From this angle, Ethan could see everything—the King's shaft disappearing into her, the way she rolled her hips, the expressions of pleasure crossing her face.
"Tell him," the King ordered, gripping her hips. "Tell him how I feel."
"You feel incredible," she gasped. "So big, so powerful—"
"No. Tell HIM. Look at him while you ride me."
She turned her head, meeting Ethan's devastated gaze.
"You feel incredible, Your Majesty," she repeated, her voice breaking. "Better than him. Better than my husband. You fill me perfectly."
The King thrust upward, making her cry out. "Who do you belong to?"
"You! Only you!"
"And what about this pathetic human who thought he owned you?"
"He never owned me," she sobbed, the words cruel but true. "He was just a toy. You're my master."
Ethan's face crumbled. His cock was fully hard now, betraying him even as his heart broke.
"Don't look away from him," the King commanded. "I want him to see your face when you come for me."
He fucked her harder, the throne creaking beneath their combined weight. Valeria couldn't look away from Ethan, couldn't escape his wounded eyes as pleasure built inside her.
"Beg me," the King ordered. "Beg me to breed you while he watches."
"Please," she gasped. "Please breed me, Your Majesty. Fill me with your seed. Make me pregnant with your child."
"What about your husband?"
"Let him raise it thinking it's his," she said, the depravity of it pushing her closer to climax. "Let him raise your child like the fool he is."
The King's laugh was dark and satisfied. "That's my good little whore."
He stood suddenly, still inside her, carrying her to the throne steps. He laid her on the cold marble, spreading her legs wide.
"Watch closely, boy," the King called to Ethan. "Watch how a real king breeds his property."
He pounded into her, each thrust echoing through the empty chamber. Valeria's moans grew louder, beyond caring who might hear.
"Come for me," the King commanded. "Come while looking at what you've destroyed."
Her orgasm hit with devastating force. She screamed, her back arching off the marble, her pussy clenching around the King's cock. Through her pleasure, she saw Ethan—hard and aching, forbidden from touching himself, forced to witness her complete surrender to another man.
The King didn't stop. Kept fucking her through her orgasm, building her toward another.
"Again," he demanded.
She came again, sobbing his title like a prayer. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please—"
"Please what?"
"Please fill me! Please breed me! I need your seed inside me!"
He thrust deep one final time, and she felt him pulse, flooding her with his cum. So much more than Aelindor ever produced. She could feel it filling her, claiming her womb.
But he wasn't done.
He pulled out, cum leaking from her, and positioned himself at her face.
"Clean me," he ordered.
She took him into her mouth, tasting their combined fluids. The degradation of it—cleaning the cock that had just bred her while her former lover watched—pushed her into a strange subspace of pure submission.
When he was satisfied, the King tucked himself away and returned to his throne.
"You may go, boy," he told Ethan. "Remember what you saw here. You'll never have her like I do. You're useful for one thing—making her swell with child. But her pleasure, her devotion, her soul—those belong to me."
Ethan dressed with shaking hands and fled.
Valeria remained on the steps, the King's cum slowly leaking from her.
"Your husband is waiting for you," the King said casually. "Return to him. Let him touch you. Let him sleep beside you while you carry my seed."
She stood on trembling legs, reaching for her robe.
"And Valeria? I don't care whose child you bear. The human's, mine, even your husband's if he somehow manages it. But know this—every child you carry will be raised in my kingdom, under my rule, belonging to me just as you do."
She nodded, unable to speak.
"Same time tomorrow night. I'm not done with you yet."
Valeria walked back through the dark corridors, the King's cum still inside her, her body marked by his possession. She slipped into her quarters just as dawn began to break.
Aelindor stirred as she climbed into bed.
"Morning already?" he murmured sleepily, reaching for her.
His hand slid between her legs, touching her intimately. She froze, knowing he could feel the wetness there, the evidence of another man's claim.
"You're so wet," he said, surprised and pleased. "Were you thinking about me?"
"Yes," she lied, the word effortless now. "Always thinking about you."
He pulled her close, his hand still between her legs, touching what belonged to his King.
"I love you," Aelindor whispered.
"I love you too," Valeria replied, the lie complete.
Inside her, the King's seed sought her womb while her husband held her tenderly, oblivious to his own cuckolding.
And in that moment, Valeria realized she was completely, irrevocably corrupted.
There was no going back.