Dark Elf Studs

Xana, high priestess of the dark elves, strode into the sanctorum. One of her slaves trotted behind her, cringing with fear, her face pale. Good, thought Xana. Her thighs started to tingle with anticipation, then with an effort of will Xana suppressed the feeling forcing herself to think of her duty, and not to become distracted with pleasure. The three burly male warriors she had chosen were waiting as she stepped inside the holy place. Naked, and standing to attention against the wall.

Xana nodded to them,slipped off her robe, made from fine spider silk, and handed it to the frightened human slave girl. Xana walked to the opposite wall, placed her palms against it then leaned forward. She bent her legs slightly, spread them apart, arched her back, stuck out her shapely buttocks and waggled them. "Get on with it," she snapped, without turning around.

She heard the first man run up behind her - a little too eagerly, she thought. As always, she savoured the absolute power she had over these hapless males. Power not only to produce abject bowel-loosening fear, but to manipulate their other feelings - to make them seek out her approval, admire her, fawn over her, and lust after her, at the same time as they loathed and feared her. And she could do all this just by virtue of her sex. She felt herself become aroused, and a trickle of wetness glistened on her mound. Providing just enough lubrication for the first guard to moan in ecstasy as he pounded his organ inside her.

Xana heard his grunts of pleasure and felt him banging and thrusting, gradually becoming louder and increasing in intensity, and then she felt the sticky wetness inside her as he came. It didn't take long, which suited Xana fine, as she had other things to do that day.

The second man had already pulled the first one away, and rammed his own organ in its place. The sticky remnant from its last occupier provided extra lubrication, ensuring that the second bout took a little longer. What pathetic creatures men are, she thought, as she listened to him grunting and snorting. No wonder women are the master sex, just as the dark elves are the master species.

The second man had finished now, adding to the stickiness. It started to squelch and some of it trickled down her leg. Xana stood up quickly, put her legs together and waited. Then she resumed her position against the wall and thrust her buttocks out towards the third man. "Ready," she said.

The third man was thrusting more rapidly than the other two, and Xana felt his firm hands around her buttocks steadying her and allowing greater motive power. He was banging so hard that Xana had to brace herself against the wall, so that the muscles stood out on her thighs. The feelings of the hard organ and firm hands, the smell of mingled sweat and body fluids and the squelching noise inside her aroused her again. The man changed his angle to increase friction, hitting her in different spots. He grabbed more firmly at her buttocks, kneading them in time with his rhythm. Xana's nipples hardened, she imagined those firm hands around them, and she had to stifle a moan.

Then her anger took over. How dare this poxy male get so much pleasure penetrating the Holy of Holies, and how dare he corrupt her emotions. She thought briefly of spinning around and raking his leering face with her finely honed fingernails, maiming and blinding him in her rage. Her goddess the Spider would certainly have done so. But then she controlled herself. She relied on a steady stream of strong, ruthless and successful high ranking male officers to ensure her line continued and thrived. Killing or maiming her studs would affect the quality of supply. Xana knew that there were many males under her command who would be quite willing to sacrifice their lives for one brief glorious fuck, especially with the High Priestess, but she also knew that these were the pathetic snivelling ones, and she only wanted the best.

So Xana continued to brace herself as the third man spurted inside her. She heard his sigh of satisfaction, and noted with approval that the quantity was quite large. She stood up again and clenched her legs together, making sure all of it stayed inside her. The slave girl handed her the robe. Xana put it on then turned and for the first time actually looked at the men who had serviced her. "I want you all back on duty in half an hour," she snapped. "Meantime, you can pleasure yourself on her". She waved at the terrified slave girl, cowering in the corner.

Xana quickly squished out of the room, before she could properly register the expression on the men's faces. Expressions combining lustful smirks with cringing gratitude, obsequiousness, fear and snarling rage. She paused by the door to the nursery, where her three children were being looked after by the wet nurse slaves and their overseer. Then she walked on. It was far better that she never see them, and thus avoid inappropriate emotional responses. As for the slave, the men may spare her for another day, or they may not. She didn't really care either way.

The sticky sperm inside her would be wriggling their way up her fallopian tubes, ready for the next generation of Drow priestesses, and their turn to rule the world. Xana lay down on her bed, her legs in the air, and gave a howl of contentment.