[GILF TF, Hyper Pregnancy, Identity Erasure]
"Halt! Who goes there?"
The guards defending the Human Kingdom drew their blades as they formed a defensive line in front of a cloaked individual. They were on edge, and who wouldn't blame him? The Elven Empire, one of the most dangerous entities in the whole world, had been rumored to be at large. And if that was the case, it was only a matter of time before they would try to invade this Kingdom.
Not only that, but they had good reason to assume that the traveler in front of them, clad in a regal white cloak with several parts of it trimmed with golden thread, happened to be an important part of the elven lineage.
Not just because of the cloak, the colors and the style of the trimming being far too similar to the type of garb that wouldn't be out of place within elven society...
But also because of the large entourage of similarly cloaked figures behind him. All of them currently putting everything they had into carrying not only something large across their shoulders, but if one were to look towards their stomachs...
Every single one of the figure's companions, cloaked as they may be, were unable to hide their femininity. All thanks to the sheer size of the pregnancy they were carrying around.
Their cloaks did everything they could to hide it, but the fact that they looked like they were about to give birth, and were carrying enough children around in their wombs that their stomachs were this close to being dragged along the ground? It just simply couldn't hide something that blatantly obvious.
"Do not fret. I do not come to fight, nor do I come to beckon war to these doorsteps."
The leader of the group spoke with such a gentle voice. Yet at the same time, the voice had a certain air to it. A sense of regality. There was a very real chance that it could be him, but...
Regardless if it was him or not, the guards remained vigilant and hesitant. They didn't want to chance it. Not a single one of these loyal guards wanted to give the wicked Elf Emperor the chance to ruin their kingdom. Not after everything they had heard about him...
A sigh left his hidden lips, before he gradually undid the rope that served to hold his cloak together. "I see my Second Wife has once again spread her lies and deceit. I truly do need to teach her a lesson the next time I return home." He didn't seem bothered by the resistance that they put up. No, if anything, he had seen it coming. Which was why he was... Disrobing..?
The guards kept their stances. Right up until the moment that the cloak was undone.
A bright line shone from within that regal cloak. And in that instant, the guards all dropped their weapons. All while the cloaked figure chuckled in response to the collective response...
"Do not worry, my darlings." The cloaked figure said, as several of his cloaked followers approached the guards, hushing them towards the large bowl that the rest of them were carrying. "I will take great care of you all. Just wait a little longer, and we shall resume the consumption of our marriage."
The guards did not resist as they were made part of the group of loyal figures. Not when they were made to wear the same sort of robes as the figure himself...
Nor when they began to rapidly expand, and matured moans started to echo all around...
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"What a wonderful Kingdom this is. And what wonderful citizens..."
The cloaked figure said to himself, smiling underneath his hood as he looked all around while proceeding down the path to the massive castle in the far distance...
All while observing the many Humans that were watching him. Men, Women, Children, all gathering at the sides as he paraded his way through their Kingdom. The emotions on their faces were varied. Not a single one of them was able to have the same expression.
Some were curious. Some were frightened. Some were furious. And some just wanted all the noise to go away. He didn't mind any of these emotions. They were natural reactions to the way that he carried himself, bringing his harem with him on his trips to meet with foreign lands...
There were also several that were disgusted. No doubt because of how he was handling his harem. They were carrying a giant bowl, or what one might call a Basin, and he was letting them do all the work. Despite the fact that they looked like they were struggling to handle their own pregnancy.
But they misunderstood. Not that he expected them to understand without proper context. These wives of his, these concubines, they were all more than strong enough to handle. He trusted them to handle it, and they made good on that trust. Whether it was in terms of carrying his brood, or his generous gift to Kingdoms such as these...
"Halt."
And once again, the cloaked figure was stopped. This time, it was because of a much more regal looking figure... Nay, not just one. Several of them were lined up in front of him, forming yet another defensive line.
Judging by the gilded armor and the silver trim, they were not just Knights. They were Royal Knights. The strongest that the Kingdom had to offer. The sight of them made the cloaked figure smile, far too delighted to know that his timing was just right.
"I am elated to meet thee, Captain of the Royal Knights. Surely you must understand why I am here? Or have you fallen for my Second Wife's sweet nothings as well?" He bowed his head respectfully towards the captain of these Knights, hoping to talk sense with them.
This very nearly earned him a charred face, evident by the flickering embers that were jumping off his hood. The captain had launched such a strong flame at him, but narrowly missed...
"You are here to invade us, Emperor of Elves! Do you take me as a fool? I have seen plenty of invaders in my time as a Royal Knight. You're no different from them, regardless of the sweet words that leave your lips!"
The figure would have a difficult time convincing him indeed. These types, that were steeped in loyalty and conviction, were always the most difficult to convince during negotiations. But that was why he had begun to skip negotiations, because they simply wasted too much time for him and his future allies.
Instead, he simply sighed and started to disrobe once more. "I do not believe you are a fool, my dear. Far from it. I know that you and all of the others know plenty that I do not. That is why I treat you with all the love I can muster." He said loud and clear, as he pulled open his cloak once again.
The blinding light flew forth, and there were several moans immediately echoing through the air. However, they did not belong to the Knights that were in front of him. Despite the incredible view that they now had, they were seemingly able to resist the influence of the light.
However, the citizens that were forced to watch this light? These citizens all moaned in a distorted sense of unison, as many of them were forced to endure the exact same treatment that the guards standing outside the city had been forced through.
Yet, the Royal Knights did not waver. Despite their armor very clearly creaking, each stepped forward. Towards the glowing menace. Even as that glow gradually began to fade, and the source of the light became more and more apparent.
The cloaked figure, the so-called Emperor of Elves, was not wearing anything underneath this cloak. He was completely bare. Absolutely naked, and he didn't seem to care about it in the slightest. If anything, the glowing elven script across his bare body seemed to indicate that he actually preferred to be naked at all times. Which would align with the rumors that had led them to be on guard.
"You are every bit of the nudist that you were said to be, Emperor of Elves!" The Knight Captain declared, as he stepped closer and closer. All while his eyes seemed to naturally follow the script, even if he didn't understand a single word of it.
He didn't realize it. But he had already been enraptured by the Emperor. And it was as he reached the last few words that his fate was sealed, courtesy of where they were written...
Across the Emperor's... Across His cock. His divine member. Staring at it like this was already causing problems, but by that point it was already too late...
The Royal Knight Captain, as well as the rest of the Royal Knights, all fell onto their knees. Moaning as their armor burst off, especially the midsection. Revealing many identical looking gravidities that were growing and growing with every breath that the Knights drew...
Nay. A single glance at their Emperor... Their beloved Husband, and the Knights all understood that it was not that their pregnancies grew. It was that their broods, their offspring, were trembling in the presence of the one they all loved. The one that had been there for them since they were young. Courting them despite the insane gap between their races and their ages...
Even the Knight Captain was not immune to this, pulling his... Pulling her helmet off, as her flowing blonde locks now blew in the wind. All while she couldn't stop herself from admiring the wonderful Emperor in front of her. Ah, he had come to be with them once again...
It felt like it had been decades since he had last been with them. Far too many decades at that. But that should be impossible, as the Knight Captain had only been in this position for two decades. At least, that's what the history of this Kingdom said.
That was not the history that the Emperor wrote. The history that he wrote, the one where all of his concubines were just as eternal as him, spoke of the Knight Captain having been seduced and impregnated at a ripe young age. And from there, she remained pregnant for half a century. Not because she kept that single brood inside her for that long. But because of his influence, his divinity, it impregnated her once again after she had given birth to one brood...
It was why she rapidly aged before his very eyes. Even though she was much younger, barely in her forties, when the armor had initially fallen off her body, she now looked twice as old. And yet at the same time, she had aged so gracefully...
Sure, her hair was now greyer than ever, and looked like it could use quite the tender care that she had neglected over these many years. Sure, her face and her skin looked wrinkly, to the point where it was almost difficult to see her beautiful blue eyes due to how she needed to squint all the time. Sure, her breasts were bigger than her head and sagged onto this gravid belly of hers, while still leaking milk despite the many pregnancies and the incredible amount of nursing she had already done. Sure, she looked like she lacked the muscle and the power to handle a brood so large that it could populate a small village...
But just like the other Royal Knights. Just like all the citizens that had been swallowed by the Emperor's script. Each and every single one of them were stronger than it seemed. Each and every one of the Emperor's concubines and wives were strong enough for him. And it was all because of his love for them. His unending love for their massive family...
"My dears. My darling wives. I bless thee with my ichor. So that you may live forevermore. Let it become part of you. And once I return, let me feed it directly to you."
As he recanted a similar line as he had always done, at least according to the memories that had rushed into their minds, the basin that the cloaked wives was carrying started to vibrate and tremble...
And from the surface of that basin, a rush of sticky white ichor flowed forth. A river of ichor, more prominently known as the Emperor's Cum, flowed forth. Through the Kingdom, across everyone that had been blessed by the elven script...
It did not drown them. It did not suffocate them. In fact, the flood vanished just as quickly as it had been released from the magical Basin. And in its place, it left many cloaks. Many regal cloaks, just like the ones that the wives were wearing...
Each of the concubines, each of the wives... Every single one that had fallen for the King's script. They were all wearing his cloaks now. Cloaks made from his cum. Cloaks that would ensure that they were kept as warm and as loved as they could be...
While at the same time making it impossible to tell who they were, outside of one of his loved ones. Even if you were to pull down the hoods, you wouldn't be able to recognize them. Because the ichor was just as cursed as it was divine.
Just as the Second Wife had been spreading rumors about the Emperor to ensure that he wouldn't be able to gain more lovers, jealousy of her fellow wives made it impossible for her to deal with the concept... She also cursed his ichor. Ensuring that no identities would be left behind once he had made somebody his wife.
If any single wife were to pull down their hood, all you would find would be the lack of a face. But did the lack of a face mean that he did not love them?
No. Of course not. They all understood that he still loved them with everything he had. And for that reason, the now-cloaked humans joined the rest of the wives as they began following behind him.
Marching towards the Castle where Humanity's Rulers resided. Where the Emperor hoped to greet them, as the kind lover that he was...
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"Do not dare approach Mother, foul elf!"
Once again, the 'Emperor of Elves' faced resistance from the Humans that he loved. This time, however, it was in the form of one of the Rulers that he had been hoping to court.
Standing in front of him, clad in formal white and golden armored garb, stood the Prince of the Human Kingdom. Short blonde hair, and a determined look on his face as he steeled himself.
Despite his femme face, which could almost be confused for the kind of face you'd find on the average male Elf, he was not going to let himself fall. Just because some Elf had decided he wanted to claim the entire Kingdom, nay, the entire Realm!
The hooded Emperor smiled softly as he faced off against the Prince. "Your protective nature is admirable, young Prince. Truly admirable. Yet I do not seek to harm you, nor do I seek to harm your Mother. I want to give you both my love. Is that so bad?" He did not see a single fault in what he was doing.
Despite the hooded entourage of wives that followed him. Each hooded and cloaked like the rest. Each gravid beyond compare, with barely any room left inside the castle to handle the sheer size of their gravidity. Each lacking a face to express themselves with, but they did not need to do so. They were their Emperor's many wives. They were happy to be with him, no matter how little identity they had at this point.
"My dear. Stand down. I will handle him."
Sitting on a majestic throne at the other end of the grand hall, was Humanity's everlasting Queen. She had ruled since the moment the Kingdom was founded. And she would rule it forevermore, taking a new husband through the princes she raised every time one had to pass on...
She had nasty rumors surrounding her as well. Rumors implying that she drained her husbands of their lives to ensure her own continued. Rumors implying that she was faithless, which explained why she threw her husbands away. Rumors implying she was an Elf, just like the Emperor that was now standing before her.
But none of the rumors lasted. Not when faced with her sheer beauty, her sheer fertility, and sheer grace. Always clad in that elegantly erotic white dress that looked like she was ready for another wedding. Letting her queenly udders be on full display, only covered by the lace-like mockery of the Kingdom's own crest serving as protection from her milky nipples. Letting her thighs be garbed on the outside, yet the insides be so exposed that one would almost expect her to grant her companions friendship of her thighs, should the need arise for either her or them...
Pair all of that up with an incredibly sharp eagle-like gaze that was now pointedly focused on the cloaked elf in front of her, and the long drills that reached all the way down to the floor and then all the way over towards the walls of the grand hall? She had an air to her like no other. An air that was only emphasized as she lifted herself from the throne, the click of her heels echoing out in response.
"Queen of Humanity. A pleasure to finally meet you. Your Son... Nay, your Consort, is an impressive individual indeed. You truly wish to handle this on your own?" The Emperor of Elves asked, almost as if he was genuinely worried that she might not be able to handle him. He knew, of course. But he was a courteous Elf. Especially towards one of his future wives.
He could feel the glare from the Prince. Yet he did not waver. Simply smiling in the face of two hostile Royals, not bothered in the slightest.
"Leave, Emperor of Elves."
The moment the Queen spoke, her hair sprung to life. Spinning wildly and violently through the air, as they all now found themselves pointed straight at the cloaked Emperor. She had no patience for his trickery. No patience for what he would do to her, to her consort, and what he had done to her People.
It was an impressive display. It truly was. And it prompted the Emperor of Elves to softly laugh, as he started to pull down his own hood. Revealing the equally excessive locks of gold that made up his bed of hair, as well as his serene expression in full.
Even with her showing such hostility towards him, he did not waver. If anything, he met her with the same sort of conviction. That much was obvious, as a subtle shine glowed from his cheeks...
Both the Prince and the Queen of Humanity realized what was happening. But by that point, it was already far too late. They had fallen into his trap, as the elvish script on his cheeks started to work its magic on them. Causing them both to fall onto their knees in front of him. In front of the feminine Emperor that they both detested.
"Queen of Humanity. Prince of Humanity." He spoke again, not a single inch of hostility in his tone. Why would he hate the ones he loved, after all.
"I am the one known as the Emperor of Elves. Evigh." He gave his name, all while disrobing further and further. All while he watched as the two kneeling Royals were forced onto all fours, their struggling expression vanishing bit by bit as they were made to press right up against his crotch, even before the cloak had fully fallen from his body...
And once it hit the floor, it was all over for them. The bright light of his body shone in through their eyes, with the powerful glow from his revealed cock serving to completely blind them with his might...
"And I love you now, as I have loved you all those years ago."
Evigh's words resonated through their very souls. No, that was not nearly accurate enough. It sent a shock through their histories. And that shock only grew stronger as their blinded eyes were focused entirely on the massive elven shaft in front of them.
Though they were blind to the world around them, that thing would not go away. They could see it. They could smell it. They could taste it. They could feel it. And they could hear it. All their senses were swallowed whole by that cock...
Every time it twitched, they could see memories twitching back into their proper place. Every time they sniffed it, they could smell their hubby's scent after a long bath in the elven falls. Every time they pushed their lips up against it, decorating it with their golden lipstick, they remembered how good it felt to wrap their arms around him and love him with everything they had. Every time they let that taste of pure divinity linger on their lips, they could remember those nights where he bent them over and filled them with his ichor, anchoring brand new life within their wombs. And every time they heard the ichor gurgling around inside of his overwhelming sack...
They heard the sound of the new life born into the world. New life that they both felt kicking around inside their wombs, the two Royals unable to get up from their spot on the floor thanks to how much life was forming within. To them, however, it felt like they had been there since the day they consummated their marriage with their beloved Evigh.
Humanity's Prince no longer remembered his former life. This majestic shaft in front of him ensured that he wouldn't be able to remember his history as a male. All he remembered was the long decades of being loved by the Emperor of Elves. How he ensured that she would no longer need to lead a life of using a blade. Her life was one of peace and tranquility and love. Love that he filled her with. Every single night...
Her skin had stretched, looking well-aged like all of her subjects. Her short hair had grown long and gray, yet it was gathered into an equally long ponytail in case her beloved would ever want to treat her like a steed. Her chest had filled up in a mere matter of seconds, milk already drooling in anticipation of the kind of rough love that he would put her through. Her hips grew so wide that she could take up the entire bed, even if she loved to share the bed with her Mother during such long nights. And her pussy had grown loose, yet that did not stop her beloved from making her feel wonderful every night. His cock, the only cock she ever needed, was perfect for the kind of elderly pussy that she had used to birth so many heirs with...
The Prince was no longer a Royal. No longer a man. All that remained of him now was yet another one of Evigh's elderly wives. Eternally blessed with immortality and love, thanks to the Ichor that had knocked her up. The Ichor that she drank every time he gave her the chance. The Ichor that made her drool in anticipation, as she heard it sloshing around inside his balls. The Ichor that would add another brood to her womb...
Humanity's Queen struggled slightly more to fight against the rewriting effects of the elvish script. But as soon as she remembered how Evigh had been there for her at a young age, being there at her side as she ascended to the throne of Humanity's Queen. Being there to ensure that their races would be forever entangled, no matter how old she grew...
She simply couldn't stop the changes any longer. Not as her skin grew paler, and her hair lost a lot of its luster, yet remaining just as prehensile and evocative of her emotions as it wrapped around her beloved to keep him close to her. Not as her tits slipped free from the Kingdom's crests, small puddles of milk already formed underneath her from the sheer amount of milk gushing out of her. Not as her hips audibly clapped over and over as she begged for him to breed her like he had done so many times before. Not as she wished that the two could breed for weeks upon weeks, so that her long life of leading Humanity for his sake wouldn't be for naught...
The Queen was no longer the leader of Humanity. No longer anything but a Wife. Humanity in-and-of itself barely existed, given the way they had been turned into the Emperor of Elves' concubines and lovers. But she didn't mind. The Ichor was all that she needed. The Ichor was a symbol of the love that he had for her. For all of them. No matter who she was, no matter what she did. He would love her...
Even as their faces slowly started to fade, leaving behind nothing more than the same unrecognizable wife as the ones that Evigh had converted hundreds of thousands of times before. He still kneeled down in front of his two beloved.
"I love you, my dear."
And kissed them where their lips would be. Before smiling and presenting his shaft to them. He truly loved them like no other. And that was why he was going to give them exactly what they craved.
They didn't even try to fight back. Using their engorged bellies, filled with enough developing life to populate a whole new Kingdom, to spin towards him and present their loose pussies. All so that they could offer their holes for his Ichor.
So that he could partake in the reason he had come here. And breed them, ensuring that their histories were sealed. Not that they knew of another history. Not that any that had been charmed by the Emperor of Elves ever believed in any other history.
All that they, as well as the rest of Humanity and any other that had fallen for Evigh, believed? Was what he wanted them to believe. And he wanted them to be his eternally elderly yet fertile and gravid lovers. A symbol of the eternal peace and love that the Elves brought upon the world.
He did not hesitate to begin the breeding. Just as he had not hesitated to head to this Kingdom. To make it his domain. To make Humanity a symbol of his love. And to do as he had done so long ago, the last time they broke away and tried to escape his love.
They would try again. And he would love them again. Because he was the Emperor of Elves. The elf who loved everyone with everything he had.
And his eternal love would last forevermore, swallowing them whole and leaving nothing but eternal lovers behind...