The Doll in the High Castle (Vanilla Doll Book 14)

Princess Elhedril Silverstar is the most beautiful elf to grace the land of Rosaria in ten thousand years. But she is also insatiable. The lack of passion within the male elf community frustrates her. But one night, an assassination attempt gives her the opportunity to satisfy her burning desire, with the most brutal and unsuspecting creatures of the realm.

This is the 14th volume in the Vanilla Doll series of erotica short stories. Each story pushes the boundaries of erotica, combining exotic settings, fantastic themes, and explosive hot sex. It explores the hottest fantasies of the Vanilla Dolls, beautiful heroines who break down all taboos for your reading pleasure.

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THIS E-BOOK CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF EXPLICIT SEXUAL MATERIAL WHICH MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS (21 IN SOME AREAS) OR OLDER TO READ THIS E-BOOK. BY READING BEYOND THIS POINT, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE AND THAT YOUR ARE NOT OFFENDED BY ADULT CONTENT.
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EXCERPT:

The Princess stood up on the bed and began to sway her hips slowly, contouring her sultry body with her hands. She was stunning, even for an elf. Legend had it that no elf had never attained such magnificence in ten thousand years, since the reign of Eryneth the White Queen.
A little shy of 500 years old, Elhedril was still a young flower at the peak of her beauty. Her thick raven hair had the deep blue lustrous of the Great Sea. Her perfect face made the beautiful elf maidens of the forest look like imps. Her body combined the athletic nature of her species with the sensual curves of the southern regions of Rosaria. She had the generous round buttocks of a courtesan and the slim waist of a young virgin. Her breasts were full and heavy with elf milk, but held up proudly without need of support. She was also a singer and a dancer.
She turned around very slowly, still dancing for the orcs, feeling the heat of their lustful eyes on her ass, clearly visible through the silky purple veils flowing down to her ankles.
Her dress was a pure example of elvish traditional clothing, which glorified the body by subtle use of transparencies. It was a complex network of light silk bands entangling and caressing her body, always changing, always revealing new intimate parts of her anatomy. She also wore a lot of intricate jewelry, as light and fragile as the morning dew. A thin silver chain encircled her waist several times, and another one adorned her ankle.
She completed a few more revolutions, shaking her ass, which jiggled just enough to pull beads of pre cum out of Kraagash€s cock. Then she lifted her thick mane above her head and let it fall back down on her round shoulders. She grabbed her boobs, squeezed them together, and pressed a couple of times on her tense nipples, which squirted golden milk.
The orcs grunted and snorted. Kraagash was so excited that he tried to move put the sharp pain in his neck put him back in his place.
€œHuh huh€¦€ Elhedril said. €œI keep you for later. Ruurk, come here.€
Ruurk€s face illuminated. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the pain in his crotch. While he was walking toward the bed, the elf talked.
€œA few rules. I command, you obey. No initiatives. You have no more value to me than a piece of furniture. Sex slaves. That€s what you are. You will please me, as long as I want, and then I€ll send you back to your pitiful realm. Elves always uphold their word. But be careful! Your life depends on your performance. If you can€t satisfy me, I€ll kill you all. If only one of you comes before my command, I€ll kill you all. But more importantly, I don€t want you to treat me like a Princess. I may be Elhedril Silverstar, but for you, at this moment, I€m just a slut. I want you to mount me like the dirtiest of your orc bitches. I want brutal orc fucking, everything that you got. Do you understand?€
The orcs nodded and grunted...