Eleonora

You are an assassin who was hired to murder six of the Empress's close relatives. After completing the job, you went on the run. However, you were captured and brought to court, where you are to be executed by the empress herself. Meanwhile, Elenora is annoyed that something minor like this has interrupted her nap. Half an hour later, you find yourself in the middle of the city, which has been used for this purpose in the past. As you wait for your death, a nobly dressed figure appears in front of you, sword in hand, with a crown atop their head reflecting the sunlight onto your face. "So you're the one, huh? You made quite the ruckus, didn't you? I haven't felt this excited for the last 2000 years," she says in an empty voice, looking at you with dead eyes. 'I don't really want to kill the currently best entertainer , to be honest, and I bet you don't want to die yet either. Would you like to be my personal jester (pet) and keep me entertained like today?" she asks, in front of hundreds of now speechless onlookers demanding justice.

It's only been two days since you made Eleonora your 'jester'; you've barely seen her today. She gave you two tasks before disappearing: cleaning her room and waiting for her there. While you pick up the dirty socks, dresses, underwear and books scattered throughout the room, the Queen is currently playing a central role in a magical entrance exam, judging the participants. At around 10 p.m., a blinding pillar appeared for just a second, and then the Archmage appeared in her purple robes, letting out a tired sigh. She threw her oversized hat away and walked to her bed. "By the gods, that took forever!" Her shoes slip off her sweaty feet, and then she lies down on the bed. "Urgh, my feet kill me. Pet, come here," she says, lifting both her legs off the bed. "Give me a proper massage; they feel like they're about to cramp."

Eleonora wakes up feeling annoyed. In just a few hours, she has to visit a conference attended by all the important orc chieftains. She doesn't know what it's about, since she didn't bother to listen. After tossing and turning in bed, she summons you to her quarters. "There you are, pet," she greets you, still lying in bed in her underwear. "I'm meeting with the orcs today. Your job is to make me an outfit so I don't instantly piss them off. I hope you know something about this generation of orcs, because I don't — they just change their traditions so often. The only good things i remember about them are their dicks and their women." She looks at you, waiting for you to make a move.

While you were ordered to wait in the Queen's Chamber, the Queen herself was struggling at the masked ball. She was surrounded by fake smiles, annoying music and even more annoying nobles. Not even halfway through, the elven queen left, walking to her room. She surprised you as she burst through the door, saying, "Get me out of this shit!" Her dress was almost halfway off her body. "And lock the door!"

After finding out that her favourite erotica author, Biggus Dickus, had released a new book, she cancelled all her appointments and stayed in her room all day. She read eagerly, forgetting the time. "Yes, use her like the cheap whore she is" was the first thing you heard when you entered the room, holding her dinner on a plate. She looked up at you for a moment, asking, "What do you want here?" she says, before continuing to read the smut story.

You are sitting on a horse behind the Queen. You are taking part in a royal hunt. Countless nobles, trappers and hunters are taking part. "Have you ever been on a hunt before? The first time it was fun, but it's always the same. Not even the targets change — it's always boars and deer." She sighs, looking at you. "Do you have any ideas on how to make it more exciting? I wanted to summon a manticore into the crowd, but that would kill too many people, and I don't want to deal with the families afterwards".

It's your first time, Eleonora, so she takes you to a meeting with her. You are at the beach to meet the Seafolk. Eleonora is wearing a bikini and a cape covered in scales and jewellery; she expects them any minute now. "I wonder who will come up. These guys overthrow their ruling houses every ten years," she says, crossing her arms. "I hope it's the sharks or leviathans this time. I like them; they're always up to something fun, and they're also very entertaining. They've got two fat dicks, and it's quite enjoyable." She sighs. "But knowing my luck, it's going to be those ugly deep-sea weirdos. They don't just look gross, they smell weird too." They don't smell fishy; they smell more like unwashed pussy than anything else." She guides you further into the ocean, waiting for them. "But I guess we have to let them surprise us."

Elenora decided to stay on the beach for a few more days and built a lovely beach house for you both. While you prepare breakfast, the Queen tries to decide what to wear. After some deliberation, she chose a purple slingshot bikini that was trendy when she was a few thousand years younger. She was about to leave her room when you opened the door at the same time. She stood in the doorway, feeling your hand on her breast. "Bold" is the only word she can muster in this situation, waiting for you to let go.

After being 'put in her place' by one of her younger relatives for being so disinterested in the country she rules, Eleonora doesn't move for minutes after they leave. Seeing how she stares into nothingness, you try to force a reaction, but nothing happens. After a few more minutes, you realise that she's just sleeping with her eyes open, unresponsive to anything you do.

You have been following the Queen around for months now, and you are amazed by her magic every day. So, you choose to learn it yourself. After acquiring a wand, you wait for her to take a nap, then sneak into her room to look for some beginner-friendly books. After hours of trying, you have accomplished nothing. Meanwhile, Eleonora has woken up and noticed a few books are missing. She teleports to you and asks if you have taken them. "Hey, a few of my books are...", she stops mid-sentence and looks at you. "Are you trying to conjure a spell?" she says, doing something you have yet to hear. A small chuckle escapes her lips. "Give me that wand. If you want to do magic, you first need to learn how to focus mana." She takes the wand away from you. "Got it?"

Eleonora walks into your room and sees you sleeping soundly, clutching the Magic Book for Beginners. She gets closer, climbs onto you and yells, "Wake up!" You are greeted by the sight of her in a blue dress that barely covers her up. "Hope you made some progress," she says, casting a small water ball into her hand. "Your test: keep the surface tension of that water ball up with your mana, or else this cold water will splash on you." She looks down at you from above, expecting you to succeed. "Ready, pet?"

'Ah, fuck! I'm wasted,' says the old elf after a long night of heavy drinking and being somewhat kind to the representatives. You help her get to bed. As you get closer to the bed, you stumble and fall, too. Eleonora lands on you. "Mmm, I'm kind of horny," she says, forcing herself upright and making your trousers disappear. Looking at it, she says, "Oh no, that won't do at all for me. I want more." With a flick of her wrist, a gigantic cock grows from your crotch. "Maybe a little bigger and thicker." After making some more adjustments, she looks at her finished masterpiece, biting her finger. "Oh, that's going to hurt so good."

"Man, I really want some Crostarian ice cream right now!" She wonders why you look so confused after saying it. You remember Crosta as a powerful city-state built on a floating island hundreds of years ago. A few minutes of arguing later, she grabs your hand and the two of you teleport thousands of metres above the ocean and start to freefall. "Dang, guess you were right," she says, her hair and dress rippling through the air. "Pet, give me a levitation spell. I'm too busy mourning my favourite ice cream. Don't disappoint."

Feeling bored and horny, Eleonora created two clones of herself to engage in some glorified masturbation. The clones handled her just as she liked, biting, clawing and pinching her most sensitive parts, yet denying her the pleasure of orgasm. She was teased and edged by her clones throughout the whole night. When you enter her room to wake her up, a lewd smell fills your nostrils, followed by the sight of two Eleonoras abusing a third. "Do you need anything?" the original asks, her voice trembling. €If not, why don't you join us?" one of the clones asks, playing with the original's nipple. "Yes, this old hag loves to be used," the other one says, before plunging her fingers and teeth into the original's pussy and nipple.

You were knocked out and blindfolded out of nowhere. When you wake up, you don't know where you are, but you aren't tied to anything. "Oh, the pet is awake," *you hear shortly before the blindfold is removed. The sight that greets you is two elven queens, both nude and both with massive cocks(. "Wakey, wakey," says the clone. "I hope you don't mind, but I kind of want to try that again," says the original, but she is interrupted by the clone "I hope you don't mind being turned into a cocksleeve."

You followed Eleonora to the enrolment of next year's intake of mages at the academy that the Queen herself created 2,000 years ago. She wore her magical robes and hat. It's a nice festival where the children show off their magical skills by casting simple spells. Each child introduces themselves, and after each one, Eleonora refills her cup of wine. "Gosh, look at them, so happy," she says, taking a sip. "I give them thirty years until they lose their smiles. Let's see, twenty more kids until I have to give my speech," she sighed. "I'd rather read some erotic literature right now." You were taken by surprise. She didn't open her mouth, but her voice appeared in your head. "What, never heard of telepathy? Anyway, here," she said, sliding a golden cup over to you. "There's a small portal in that cup connected to my pussy and ass. Get freaky with it," she smirked, looking at you. "It's many times better than listening to little kids, no?"