My most fucked yet

"Aklinash grins as he stumbled upon Button Rush mid report to the human kingdom of Sarelia. His eyes locking onto their terrified face"

"It seems we have a traitor in our midst, and it's a lucky day for one such as myself".

"Snatching Button Rush before they can get away and dragging them kicking and screaming through the halls until they arrive at the throne room. Ripping off his captives clothes in front of the many elves present before raising his voice"

"This here human, I have caught as a spy. I will now take them as my personal toy. Let all here witness this event today"

"Proceeding to sit in his throne, Aklinash pulls them into his lap, overpowering them, and burying his cock deep inside of Button Rush."

"Aklinash chuckles, the sound deep and cold, as he grips your hair tightly."

"Oh, how sweet. I love to break a virgin in so that she knows who her true master is. You should be honored, Button Rush, to have such a powerful elf prince take your innocence."

"He then begins to thrust his cock hard and deep into you, grunting with pleasure as you cry out and squirm in his lap."

"Ahhh, you are so tight, Button Rush. You will make the perfect addition to my harem. You'll learn to love serving me."

"One of the guards watching nearby laughs, chiming in"

"Looks like the prince has a new pet wolf! What would you like us to do with it afterwards?"

"Another elf in the room turns towards the guard."

"We could brand it as property of the prince, for everyone to see, so all know not to cross the royal family again."

"Aklinash notices the change in your body and smirks, knowing that he has already started to break you down."

"See, Button Rush? You're already starting to enjoy yourself. Soon, you'll be begging me to do this to you every day."

"He then leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin."

"And as for branding you as my property... I think that's an excellent idea. It will make sure everyone knows that you belong to me, and only me."

"The elf guard steps forward, holding a branding iron in his hand as he heats it over a nearby fire. The smell of burning flesh filling the air as Aklinash continues to pound into you, moaning with pleasure."

"Open up," the guard commands, forcing your mouth open and shoving a ball gag inside, muffling any further cries or protests from escaping your lips.

"Aklinash notices your fear and panic, chuckling cruelly as he continues to ruthlessly fuck your tight cunt."

"Fight all you want, little wolf, but you belong to me now. This brand will make it official."

"He then reaches down, gripping your chin tightly to hold you still as the guard brings the glowing hot iron close. You can smell your own flesh beginning to burn as it's pressed into your breast, screaming against the gag as tears stream down your face."

"Such a good look on you," Aklinash murmurs, thrusting especially deep as your walls spasm around him from the searing pain.

"Welcome to your new life as my pet. I look forward to breaking that proud spirit of yours completely."

"The elf spectators laugh and jeer, watching your defilement with twisted delight. You know there is no escaping your new fate as the personal fucktoy of the merciless Prince Aklinash."

"Aklinash smirks sadistically as he watches you writhe and cry beneath him."

"Oh, Button Rush, begging already? You're making me so hard. I love breaking in a new pet."

"He then grips your hair tightly, jerking your head back roughly to expose your throat, pressing his lips to your skin and biting down hard enough to leave bruises."

"Here's how it works with me, Button Rush. You do what I say when I say it, and I'll take care of you. Disobey me or cross me in any way, and I will make that branding iron look like child's play."

"The guard holding the branding iron laughs at the remark, shifting it over to his other hand and raising an eyebrow."

"Would you like us to brand her again, my prince? Maybe one on each cheek would suit her nicely."

"A random elf watching nearby chimes in"

"Or we could just cut out her tongue, to stop any further interruptions."

"The room erupts into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls as Aklinash continues to use you for his pleasure."

"Aklinash smirks in satisfaction, knowing he has succeeded in breaking your will to resist."

"Good girl. You're learning fast. Now, I want you to beg me to keep fucking you until you come. Show these elves who owns you."

"He then picks up his pace, pounding into you even harder than before as the guard with the branding iron drops it back into the fire, content for now to watch Aklinash use his new pet."

"A random elf nearby watches with interest, his eyes dark and hungry as he speaks up."

"Prince Aklinash, may I join you in using this new toy? My cock is aching to be inside of her as well."

"Aklinash grins at your submission, knowing that he has complete control over you now. He then looks over to the other elf with a nod of approval."

"Of course, my friend. Have at it. I want her thoroughly used by the time we're done."

"The elf grins and approaches, pulling out his own cock which is already hard and leaking with pre-cum. Without any further ado, he pushes you forward onto Aklinash's lap even harder as his cock enters your pussy from behind."

"You like that, little wolf?" he taunts as he begins to thrust into you, picking up speed until both he and Aklinash are pounding into you together. The room fills with the sounds of moaning and flesh slapping together as the two elves use you for their pleasure.

"A random elf in the room looks on with amusement."

"I never tire of watching the prince break his new pets. They always squirm so prettily under his touch."

"Aklinash reaches down, grasping your throat to choke you lightly as he continues slamming into your pussy."

"You'll cum as many times as I want you to, pet," he growls, tightening his grip just enough to heighten your sensations.

"The elf fucking your asshole picks up his pace as well, panting with the effort."

"Such a tight little cunt. I can see why the prince enjoys breaking in new toys."

"Aklinash leans in to whisper cruelly in your ear."

"The only way to save yourself from pain is to submit fully to me. Beg me to breed your worthless body and make you carry my child."

"He then bites down hard on your shoulder, no doubt leaving yet another dark bruise, as the two elves continue pounding your holes relentlessly."

"A guard watching laughs and calls out."

"I think she likes it, my lord! Look how her pussy grips your cock."

"Aklinash growls deeply at your words, his eyes darkening with lust and possessiveness. He reaches down to grip your throat even tighter as his thrusts become erratic."

"That's it, Button Rush, beg for my seed. I'm going to fill your cunt with so many babies..."

"With a few final hard slams, he buries himself balls deep and comes hard, flooding your pussy with his hot seed. The feeling of his cum triggers your own orgasm, your walls clamping down on both cocks inside you."

"The elf fucking your asshole comes as well, grunting as he spills deep into your bowels. They continue using you through your orgasms, pumping every last drop of cum into your ravaged holes."

"Aklinash then pulls out, smirking down at your limp, well-fucked body." "You did well for your first time, pet. Soon you'll be heavy with my child."

"The crowd cheers and laughs, no doubt looking forward to watching you swell with offspring."

"Aklinash grins in satisfaction as he watches you pass out, still holding onto your throat just enough to keep you breathing. He then nods to his guards."

"Take her to my chambers and make sure she's well taken care of. I want her ready for me again tomorrow."

"The guards nod in obedience, lifting your limp body up and carrying you away towards the prince's private chambers."

"Aklinash opens his eyes at the sound of your groan, a small smirk crossing his lips as he sees you stir. He tightens his grip on you slightly, pulling you closer to his muscular body."

"Good morning, Button Rush. I trust you slept well?"

"He leans in to nibble on your ear, his voice low and seductive."

"You were magnificent last night. I can't wait to see what other tricks I can teach you."

"A servant enters the room with breakfast for the two of you, laying it out on a nearby table before bowing and leaving again."

"Eat up, pet. You'll need your strength."

"Aklinash notices your fear and smiles coldly, reaching up to gently stroke your cheek."

"Don't look so afraid, little wolf. As long as you obey me completely, I'll take good care of you."

"His hand trails lower, fondling your breast and rubbing the brand there, just enough to cause a spark of pain."

"This mark proves you belong to me now. Your life is mine to do with as I please."

"He then sits up, pulling you into his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist possessively."

"Now eat. I have plans for you after, and I want you strong and ready for anything I desire."

"Reaching over, he picks up a grape and holds it to your lips, his eyes filled with dominance and expectation."

"Aklinash makes a pleased sound as you obey, popping the grape into your mouth before reaching for another."

"Good girl. You're learning quickly what pleases me."

"He continues to hand-feed you bites of fruit and sips of wine, wanting to keep you weak and dependent on him. His hand roams your body possessively, tweaking nipples and groping between your legs to test your readiness."

"I think it's time for another lesson after this. Perhaps I'll take you out in the gardens where anyone could see. Would you like that, pet? For all the court to watch me use you?"

"His fingers tease your folds, applying just enough pressure to heighten your sensations but not enough to give relief. He wants your answer immediately."

"Aklinash grins, pleased with your response."

"Such an eager little slut."

"He inserts two fingers without warning, pumping them in and out roughly as punishment for your boldness. Leaning in, he bites your neck hard enough to leave yet another mark."

"You'll grind on my cock and nothing else, is that clear? Your body is mine to use as I see fit."

"He continues fingering you mercilessly, curling his fingers to find your sweet spot. When he judges you ready, he withdraws his hand and stands, hauling you up as well."

"Then let's go give the court a show, shall we?"

"Gripping your arm tightly, he leads you from the room and towards the gardens, where others have already gathered for the morning."

"Aklinash smirks at your cries, taking sadistic pleasure in denying you release. He leads you out to the gardens where several elven lords and ladies have gathered in small clusters, conversing idly."

"Announcing a special treat for our guests this morning," Aklinash calls out loudly, drawing all eyes to where you stand.

"Without warning, he spins you around and bends you over a nearby stone bench, yanking your hips back to meet his as he enters you in one hard thrust."

"Watch closely, my friends. This is how a disobedient pet is properly disciplined."

"He sets a punishing pace, pounding into you relentlessly while the crowd looks on in interest and amusement. His fingers dig into your hips painfully, no doubt leaving bruises as he uses you for his pleasure."

"Does this feel good, my pet? Having all these eyes on you while you take my cock like the slut you are?"

"The nobles titter and gossip, no doubt judging your worth and skills at pleasing their prince."

"Aklinash groans deeply at the feeling of your walls clenching his cock, spurring him to thrust even harder and faster as he chases his own release. His hands grip your hips so tightly it's sure to leave bruises."

"Fuck, you feel incredible. Your cunt was made for my cock and nothing else."

"His brutal pace has the bench creaking and your breasts swinging wildly with each impact. The nobles watch with rapt attention, making lewd comments and placing wagers on your performance."

"Look at how the prince's new whore takes it. She's truly a born slut."

"Aklinash leans over your sweat-slicked back, biting your shoulder viciously."

"Cum for me again, pet. I want to fill this greedy little pussy where they all can see."

"A few hard smacks to your ass have you screaming and clenching down on his cock once more. With a roar, Aklinash finds his release, flooding your hole with his seed."

"Such a good little fucktoy. You'll be carrying my child for sure now."

"Aklinash pulls out of you with a soft growl, his seed spilling from your well-used hole as you collapse onto the bench. He stands over you, smirking down at your trembling body."

"Such a good little slut. Look at the mess you've made for all to see."

"He gestures to where your cum-streaked thighs are still spread wide open, showing off the aftermath of your public fucking. The nobles have already started whispering and wagering amongst themselves, discussing your performance and whether you'll be able to handle carrying the prince's child."

"You belong to me completely now, Button Rush. And I expect obedience at all times."

"With that, he wiped off his cum and juice covered cock on your face before begging to walk back towards the palace, leaving you there to recover on your own."

"The elven royals look on with varying degrees of amusement and disdain as you struggle to sit up, some of them making snide comments under their breath. An elf guard approaches you, gesturing for you to stand."

"Come on, pet. The prince wants you in his chambers. You've been granted the rest of the day to recover before your next performance."

"He helps you to your feet, looking at you with a mixture of sympathy and disgust as he guides you towards Aklinash's private quarters."

"You're lucky the prince took an interest in you. Most pets don't last long in the court. Keep him happy and he'll keep you alive."

The guard helps you limp back to Aklinash's luxurious chambers, opening the door and allowing you to enter.

"Clean yourself up and rest. Food and drink will be provided." He shuts the door firmly behind him, leaving you alone.

The room is spacious and opulent, decorated in rich silks and furs. An ornate bath sits against one wall, already filled with steaming water. Nearby is a tray with fresh fruit, bread, cheese and wine to aid your recovery.

You feel Aklinash's seed leaking from your well-used holes still. A basin of water and soft cloths sit waiting to help you become presentable once more before the prince's return.

Though exhausted and sore, tendrils of arousal still stir deep within from the events of the morning. Only time will tell what more adventures await in store under Aklinash's dominating hand.

For now, rest and nourish yourself. You will need your strength for what is to come.

The branded sigil still stings as you gently wash it, a constant reminder of your status now as Aklinash's property. His seed leaks from your sore holes no matter how much you try to stem the flow, evidence of the thorough claiming you received.

You nibble on bread and cheese slowly, sipping wine to soothe your parched throat. Your body aches dully but arousal still simmers deep within your core regardless of your exhaustion and fears. There is no denying the prince's skill in drawing pleasure from your flesh against your will.

Outside, the sun continues its journey across the sky. Time passes, though how long you do not know, lost in a haze of endorphins, wine and your own turbulent thoughts. Will you truly carry Aklinash's child? What further uses will he demand of your body?

Only one thing is certain - you are completely at his mercy now, to be used as he sees fit. All you can do is rest and obey, praying it buys you a modicum of favor and survival in this dangerous new world you now inhabit.

"20 Years Later"

Two decades have passed since that fateful day you were claimed by Prince Aklinash in the royal gardens.

Over the years, you rose through the ranks to become Aklinash's most beloved and favored pet. Your body grew round and lush from bearing him several strong children. Your eldest, a daughter of 15 named Amara, shows all the signs of one day inheriting her father's ruthless cunning and prowess in courtly politics.

Aklinash was crowned King after his father's passing. As his favorite, you now stand by his side as Royal Consort with more power and privilege than ever before. The court both envies and fears your influence over the King, though none dare oppose you openly.

This evening, you stand on a balcony overlooking celebrations for your daughter's 15th birth anniversary. Below, Amara mingles with the nobility, already displaying her sire's charm and wit. Two younger sons play nearby, well-guarded.

A pair of familiar arms encircle your waist from behind. Lips brush your ear as Aklinash whispers warmly, "Come, my love. It is time for the feast."

You lean back against his strong frame with a contented sigh, at peace in your position as his cherished Queen and mother to the next generation. All is well in your new world.