It was time for the feud between the two great Kingdoms to be brought to an end. Technically Queendoms, the two governments were populated by cousins of the same racial type. The Light Elves ruled and populated Solaria, Land of the Sun, and ruled by Queen-Solar Luxia, highest and most noble of the Light Elves, purest of blood, and descended of a family line closest tied to Angels. 

On the otherside, however, ruled the Nyx-Queen Gahenna of Umbratide, city of the Black Seas. Centered in a turbulent maelstrom of thunder clouds with roiling, oily black seas all around, Umbratide represented the antithesis of Solaria in every way. Gahenna's dark, almost chocolatey skin also posed the opposite to Luxia's own golden white skin as though crafted from perfect porcelain.

The third and arguably most advanced true Kingdom in the land was that of Eldramor ruled and populated mostly by Humans of the White race. Typically light skinned, blonde haired and blue eyed, they did have some variation to them usually in the shade of color their hair or eyes took, but the rate of race-mixing among Eldramoran women with other races was almost none ensuring a line of unbroken matrilinear family roots that continued to birth strong children. 

While Eldramoran men often took only one wife, they would sometimes take a harem of non-humans. It was almost tradition, a cultural imperative, to make them better. The 'Lesser races' would be bred out and made in a closer to Eldramoran image creating a better if somewhat murky pool of new races descended of whatever an Eldramoran man could get his cock into. This wasn't difficult, however, when it seemed that cult followings had sprung up and persisted amongst non-Eldramorans, minor fertility goddesses were attracted to such cults and blessed their followers with full bellies and milky tits to feed their bleached babies. Orcs, dwarves, goblins, and many various race of Elf found themselves dedicated to Eldramoran cock completely abandoning the men of their race and dooming its current form to extinction. In light of this, the men of these races warred constantly against Eldramor whose considerable technological advantage effectively made their efforts a skirmish on the considerable borders of Eldramor's might.

Wheellock rifles made dead the dwindling males and kept safe the harems of White Men, plate armors deflected primitive stone weapons and the brutal efficiency of Eldramoran weaponry tamed the wilds. 

Knowing of the squabbles of the two great Elven queendoms Eldramor decided enough was enough. The messengers sent their packages with letters all but demanding that the Queens come to Eldramor and speak to the Eldramoran king. For some reason, the queens couldn't deny the King and set their courses to the big, beautiful walls guarded by cannon and rifle. 

The two caravans, obviously polar opposites what with the beautiful and almost ethereal Solarian caravan being offset by the gothic caravan of Umbratide. Both sides eyed eachother with unhidden contempt before the great iron gates which soon began to open with a slow, steady hiss of steam driving the machinery to open them. 

Their glares were interrupted by the mechanical wonders before them as white Eldramorans came before the Caravans all armed with rifles, dressed in pristine plate, and behind them rolled a vehicle unseen by the two Queendoms: Steam tanks. 

The machines rolled out, belching steam out into the air as they came with the vanguard. A cannon was aimed proudly just past the caravan but the Elves knew that could change really fast if the situation should need. 

The head of the vanguard spoke up and spoke loud, proud, and with an unfiltered masculinity to him. Compared to the elven males, he and the rest were a good foot taller and barrel chested compared to the litheness of Elven manhood. "You will follow us down the main road and to our King's palace. Eldramor welcomes you as long as you abide by our laws. Make no move to retrieve your weapons or you will be shot. You're being watched and will be for as long as you're here, Elves! Follow us." The vanguard turned and in perfect formation lead the caravans into the city.

Inside was no less grand. The streets were paved rather than set with cobblestones and concrete structures made up the true permanence of the oldest structures. Newer ones were made of wood and stone, able to be knocked down if really need be, but the hiss of steam told the elves that there was more than met the eye. It sounded from underneath the streets, became louder near the concrete structures, while the civilian homes had none of the sound. 

The queens admired the city from inside their plush carriages, marvels of engineering that they could only glimpse from afar or even see up close in the rich, steam driven carriages and lorries that bussed their passengers and goods from one end of the city to another, to the infantry walking the city with rifles at their shoulder. 
Both Queendoms still used bows and crossbows, ballistae and catapults. The humans were using weapons they'd only dreamt of! 

It wasn't long that their sightseeing had come to an end and their carriages were brought into stable. There, the mechanical engineering continued to wow the Elves as they were taken by elevator to the grand area for diplomats rather than the common rabble. 
The Elven guards kept their charges well protected but the obvious advantage Eldramoran rifles had over Elven swordsmen had them on edge. "So this is Castle Eldramor," observes Luxia while looking over the great stone, concrete and wooden construction of the surprisingly well conditioned room they were in. Balconies held riflemen very obviously keeping watch, but otherwise were in lax positioning, and the piping along the undersides of railings or on walls that hissed with steam or pneumatic machinery made every elven ear twitch this way and that for a bead on the sound.

A heavy mechanical sound met their sensitive ears and every elven head available turned to the sound as particularly large steel golems flanked a statuesque man and woman. The golems were armed with no doubt were cannons and they turned to the Elves with the obvious warning meeting their minds: Wrong moves are death.

The man was as handsome as any Angel described in the Solarian stories, almost perfect but as rugged and masculine as any Human could be. His eyes were steady but steel, careful and calculating, and his movements drew all to him like goblins to cock. His dress wasn't the long robes many were accustomed to Kings in the past wearing. Instead, his was an impressive and modern military-style suit complete with cape. His wife wore surprisingly modest clothes for her station and her belly was full with his progeny. 

She, too, resembled Angels in Solarian history to a T. Truly, his line would be blessed. 

To Gahenna, they were the most beautiful creatures she'd ever laid eyes upon. While angellic in appearance, she knew power when she saw it. Even she, pregnant as she was, radiated a matronly kind of power she'd only seen in the mirror. 
Luxia and Gahenna both wore extravagent, expensive clothing tailored by the best in their lands, but the King when he turned his eyes to them seemed to ignore the beauty and obvious sexiness of their dress and instead inspected their faces. Beautiful as only Elves could be, they knew the thought on the surface of his mind: Below. 

Below him.

Below man.

The wife was sent away with a wave of his hand, his eyes never leaving the Elves, and one of the Golems led the wife away with care. 

The King ordered the Elves forward and with their host they did. 

"You two will come with me." He says to the Queens with no room for argument "We're going to my quarters. Your guard, and mine, will wait outside the doors. Follow me." He waits for no answer and immediately starts down a corridor with the Golem, the Elves, and his guard following.

The quarters were exquisite. A large bed with posts at each of the corners, a great fireplace, and all the fixings of noble office with a large mahogany desk while two chairs sat before it. The two Queens had told their guard to stay outside as the King had ordered. "No matter what you hear, do not open the doors." They'd ordered. 

The guard were understandably nervous, but wouldn't argue. 

"So, King Eldramor," Luxia began as the King motioned for them to take a seat at the chairs while he sat behind his desk. Uninterestedly he began to clean a wheellock pistol he had on his desk, polishing the silver plated steel and ivory handle while Luxia continued "You've called us here apparently to end our feud with Gahenna and Umbratide." Gahenna couldn't help but snort gently at this, how could a Human stop them?

"Correct." Eldramor nodded, setting the weapon in a plush case as he looked at the Queens with a firm, fixed gaze. 

"I don't know how you plan on doing that," Gahenna doubts "What do you know about Inter-Elven relationships?" Gahenna keeps a steady gaze on the King, crossing her legs over one another when his gaze penetrates her. 

"I know that you Elves are two sides of the same coin and that your feud is as pathetic as the sub-humans that vie for my head and my kingdom sacked." The Eldramoran opinion on the males of non-human (and non-white) males fighting a losing war against their extinction was an open and mirthful one. Eldramoran males laugh at the futility while females, human and otherwise, shake in fear at the alternative of Eldramoran rule. Instead of being dominated, used, and loved by men they worshipped they'd be subject to a life of disappointment and unhappiness, pumping out babies from races that could scarcely lift themselves from the primordial muck let alone fight the Eldramoran forces. 

The way the Eldramorans saw it, it was their duty and burden to bring the races up and out of the muck by breeding their weakness out with their own potent seed. 

Women, by law, were protected by Eldramoran customs and seen as equal citizens, but everyone knew where such equality actually stood. 

The scales of the blind Justice tipped in the favor of Eldramoran men when it came to true dominance. "Again, what do you know of Inter-Elven relations?" Gahenna stresses, brow furrowed at the King's gall to assume. 

"Surely you know who's the superior one when it comes to us," Luxia asked as though it was obvious. Of course, she believed Solaria and the Light Elves to be superior. 

"Yes, I'm sure he does," chuckles Gahenna mirthlessly "She's speaking." 

"No, I think you're both equally worthless as you are right now." The two Elves stared mouths agape at his bluntness "The feud does nothing but harm your two races, barely any better than the sub-humans outside our walls. You need something to tie you two together and I believe I know exactly what. Though it'll be a slow burn of improvement, you'll be the better for it." Eldramor stands and walks with a powerful pace to the front of his desk. 

"We Light Elves are obviously the superior race compared to these pathetic dark skins!" Luxia shouts, incensed at the King's words as she stands and faces him with indignant airs "Our culture superior, our beauty ageless!" Gahenna stands and turns to her light skinned rival with a glare. 

"Our beauty is true and our culture is lacking in lies! We accept life's stark beauty and death's eventual embrace, something you seem to fear so much!" Gahenna bares her teeth at her angellic cousin and all but forgets the amused King just a few feet from her.

"We accept death and our eventual embodiment in the Light! Our souls mean something!" Luxia's angellic visage is twisted in a look of ancient fury, the two coming against one another like an old tale. 

The King decides to step in before the two can continue on and possibly start a new war in his kingdom and his firm finger pointed at the floor mixed with the bark of his voice is enough to startle the two out of their tiff. "ENOUGH!" the two startle and stare at the King who dares to order them, eyes wide and feud temporarily forgotten as his face is a firm, commanding visage "Both of you. On your knees. Now!" The Queens forget themselves and drop to their knees immediately, something awakening in them that they all but forgot.

"I brought you two here to show you that there's something you both can agree on. Now, this feud will stop and you will come together on this. Your 'Queendoms' will adapt and you will learn." He says as he undoes his pants, no shame in his stern face before his thick cock is brought from their prison and let to hang there, meeting his knee before the two queens.
"You will do as is right in this world and serve me." Eldramor stated as though fact set in the stone of fates, both queens evaluating his size compared to the average Elven male and then their own concubines. His cock reached a very impressive twelve inches long and no doubt had to have been at least two or more inches in girth. 

One thing the two could agree on, they wanted that dick. 

"The two of you will share my cock," Eldramor began "You will share and you will both agree that you need it. I know you will, I've done it to many other races queens and other ruling females and wives of ruling males. They come running for it as you will."
Eldramor reached forward and grabbed both Queens by the tips of their ears and gently but firmly pulled them forward causing an incensed hiss of pain to come from both of them but as soon as they got closer and smelled his natural musk they couldn't care about the pain less. 

Of course, the two set to their apparent duty immediately. They shuffled closer, trying to butt eachother away like petulant sisters for the most cock but a flick of the ears caused them both to stop and glare up at him, their tongues lashing across his rapdily hardening shaft. 

"Share. I have more than enough for both of you and I will have you both for as long as I damn well please. You're in my world now, 
Elves, welcome to Eldramor." The king grins confidently down at them and with his hand on their heads he barely has to push them before they're worshipping his cock with their mouths, Gahenna massaging his heavy sack while Luxia kisses and licks his thick glans. Seeing eachother on either side of the cock, the Elves knew the King was right. They could agree over the thick, white cock but one thing they couldn't agree on: Who would get it in them first.

The King seemed to sense this thought and with a pull of Gahenna's hair had her sucking on his balls, nose and face on the underside of his shaft looking up at him. Luxia took it as her chance and took his cock into her mouth sucking on the conisderably-larger-than-she-was-used-to cock. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, bouncing her head on his cock knowing she could never take him all the way down as she was. 

Elven cock could barely reach the back, she could barely reach the middle!
Gahenna found herself buried in his sweaty musk, eyes crossed and glazed over as she sucked and licked at his heavy sack and rolled his balls with her tongue. Was this what so many had come to worship? Were all Eldramorans like this? If so, she could easily see how and why.

Luxia used her hand to pump his shaft, sucking and licking the head of Eldramor's cock savoring the salty taste of his pre on her tongue. Debasing herself in such a way, worshipping a creature her ancestors would call below her lineage, had the interior of her dress ruined by her juices. It stuck to her thighs as a shower curtain does to a wet body, but her concern lied elsewhere. 
Finally Eldramor forced Luxia from his cock and switched her position with Gahenna's. More experienced with taking deep insertions in her throat (Only thanks to toys) she buried Eldramor's cock inside her and her eyes went crosseyed again when she feels his crotch against her nose. 

Her breath would sustain her, Eldramor's moans urged Luxia on as she worshipped his fat balls. Gahenna's own wetness was considerable and she gripped Eldramor's hips before unsheathing his cock from her throat with a loud gasp, a connection between them of saliva made her breath shake before she licked it up and sucked his head. "Good, see what you two can do when you agree? A much better purpose than useless fighting, hm?" He said to Gahenna, caressing the back of her head. 

She looked up at him with a half-hearted glare but she knew he was right. She looks down between his legs, seeing Luxia enjoying his balls so, and decides she wants in on it. To help, he sits back on his desk and allows the two queens to suck his balls, bathing them in their tongues while one light and one dark hand stroke his cock. 
"My perfect bitches," Eldramor nods appreciatively "But I think that's enough foreplay." He grips the both of them by the hair and forces them to stand in a lust-drunk daze. "Bed. Now." The two queens drunkenly make their way there, forgetting the expensive and constricting dresses they wear. 

Before they make it to the bed, they're stopped by a strong hand each. "Dresses. Off. Now." The two make haste, pulling their dresses off with little care and soon their bodies are revealed to the King. Luxia's is a perfect, marble colored, statuesque form as though the heavens forged her from celestial stone and her child bearing hips and perfect tits are enough for Eldramor's cock to bounce in appreciation.

Gahenna's own is one of similar beauty, though carved from obsidian and slashed with the marks of a warrior queen's past marring her otherwise perfect body with a new kind of beauty. 

Just like that, the two feuding queens are revealed to the King who inspects them as one would a slave at market or a fine piece of steak. It was the standard Eldramoran way. There was no point in wasting precious Eldramoran seed on less than the best. It pushed the females to be their best, to attract the best mate. 
Eldramor nods and approaches the queens while he strips off his own clothing revealing the statuesque physique of the human King, like a Greek idol made flesh, an image of perfection. 

For now, he was theirs and they were his. 

"On the bed and spread your legs, both of you." Believing now would be when they would receive their King, the two lay on the bed next to eachother and unconsciously hold eachother's hands for support. The two of them look at eachother, two polar opposites finally united under one cause however insignifigant to their Queendoms but to eachother, neither looked more beautiful than when their King came over them. 

Luxia was first, the angellic beauty that she was, and Gahenna watched as Eldramor's cock slid over her entrance then up teasing her while his cock head came to rest above her belly. He wasn't waiting for permission, he didn't need it, he had them. He was teasing, Gahenna knew, and grinned at Luxia as he grinded his cock against her needy pussy making Luxia groan wanting it inside her now!
Gahenna, knowing her turn had yet to come, turned over onto her side moving her and Luxia's conjoined hand further up so she can get right into Luxia's face. The Light Elf turned her gaze to her dark companion and with a look of innocent hunger, she leaned in for a kiss taking Gahenna off guard. She returned the kiss however, moaning into her Light Elf counterparts mouth while Eldramor runs his hand up along Gahenna's thigh and to her ass giving it a squeeze before he thrusts in slow but purposeful into Luxia's sweet cunt, almost expecting the sound of stretching stone but hearing only the sweet sound of squishing pussy juice as she accomodates his considerable size.

Her eyes widen and a tear escapes Luxia's eye, almost pulling from Gahenna to scream aloud but only manages to scream into the Dark Elf's mouth. Gahenna pushes forward, leaning into the Light Elf and deepening the kiss burning with passion while Eldramor fingers Gahenna's dark cunt, revealing a hot pink interior contrasting sharply with the obsidian black skin color. 

Looking down upon his lovers, Eldramor smiles and begins his thrusting. While, no, he didn't order Gahenna to comfort Luxia as she was it was what he wanted. The two were cooperating now, united in their desire for his cock. Luxia's moans grew when she felt the King moving, his powerful body and musk creating such a stench in the air while their own mingled with it. 

Finally the kiss broke and Luxia's moans erupted into the room with force, gripping Gahenna for support while Eldramor's fingers work in the Dark Elf cunt which burned with need. Gahenna moans aloud, a felinid grin on her face as she leans over Luxia's chest and takes one of her perfect nipples into her mouth. Eldramor laughs, a rich sound like a hot chocolate waterfall over a crisp, frosty surface. The sound makes Luxia fix her gaze on him with a look of love only someone in deep could muster, her smile as she roams Gahenna's body with her hands. Luxia's look falls however when she felt him hit her limit, replaced by a look of shocked ecstacy as her head falls back and the moan she was about to let out is choked in a gasp. 

Eldramor moans and buries his fingers in Gahenna, really laying into Luxia now that she'd grown accustomed to his cock. The sight of it almost too beautiful for Gahenna, she laid her head on Luxia's chest and panted watching and enjoying the view and sensation. 

"Are you going to fuck me next?" Gahenna said with more of a pleading tone than she wanted, her husky voice a begging mess while Eldramor fucks Luxia's cunt open. His nod reassures her that she wouldn't be left out, renewing her hope as she supports Luxia's plight with handling such a massive cock. "Fuck her, my King!" Gahenna forgoes any formality, knowing her fate would be sealed soon. "Fuck this Light Elf's cunt open, show her the true light." Gahenna grins feeling Luxia spasm beneath her, cumming all over her master's cock and moans a mess of tones. 

Eldramor isn't far behind, plunging into her and pumping loads of cum into the Light Elf cunt. Since his cock was longer than she was deep, Gahenna got a perfect view of his cock pumping, pumping, pumping massive loads into the fucked-silly-Light Elf. She knew what would come next when Eldramor's fingers were pulled out and she was laid on her belly, his cock slathered in cum and juices when he mounted her ass. "Fuck me! Fuck me like a common elf!" Gahenna pleads like a whore, getting her wish when Eldramor plunges into her hot, tight cunt. The contrast from his light skin to her obsidian skin, then hot pink insides was one of true beauty for her though she couldn't see she could perfectly imagine.

She smiles, feeling his powerful form over her while Luxia as though by instinct gets into a fetal position on her back trying her hardest to keep the precious, potent seed of her king empty from her depths. 

The thrusts were powerful, deep, and brooked no argument from her though she had no desire to. She allowed herself to be taken, fucked, like a common elf. Eldramor growled above her and with a hand pressed onto her upper back he pins her down and fucks her pussy open, balls slapping against her. 

"Mmmm, you have more seed for me, my king?" She asks, voice muffled a bit as half her face is pressed into the bed "Are you going to breed me like you have Luxia and your wife?" Her answer came not in the form of a nod, or a grunt, or even words, but when he turned her over quickly and roughly, pulling out all the way and plunging back in with a hot load of cum filling the Dark Elf's cunt, her reaction similar to Luxia's in that she gasps as though struck and allows it all inside, unable and unwanting to resist her gift.

The next few weeks, the Guards got used to the sounds of their queens being fucked like common elves. Bred like whores. When they returned to their respective Queendoms, they did so with a deep kiss for the King and for eachother, a newfound respect and love that wasn't there before. 

The news met the King and queen with speed: Both Queens were heavily pregnant and it was expected it would be multiple children from each. 

Like wildfire, it spread.The Queendoms became vassals and soon, the Elven race would be bred out of existance.