miss golden land

“Oohohoho!” Princess Tristabelle Elvrina exclaimed to her dwarven retainer Mister Stumplebottom and her wheelchair-bound sister, Princess Constantina

“Is the princess happy?” Mister Stumplebottom asked from the side of the lady finishing the curls on Tristabelle’s hair. His stocky figure was attired in a purple robe to match his purple beard.

“So long as I am declared Miss Golden peace in the earth realm is assured.” Tristabelle declared, puffing out her massive chest which was covered by an off the shoulder purple gown finished with sequins and crystals. It was designed by a 745 year old vampire, Tristabelle’s favorite designer.

“You do look decidedly perfect,” Constantina complimented. “I had not thought you could outshine your everyday beauty. But you have!”

The pageant was minutes from starting, and the princess’ hair had been fussed over in a dressing room lined with mirrors and lit by yellow aura stones that lit the almond set eyed princess an elegant aura.

The hair fairy with her glittering yellow wings nodded with a smile. Though Mister Stumplebottom just scratched his beard. His father had seen Queen Brunhilde win Miss Golden Land those ninety human years ago and drank himself out of a retainer job at the celebration. Peace wasn’t granted to the earth realm then, but as Mister Stumplebottom’s father said, jaws across Golden Land dropped when the queen modeled her swimsuit to secure victory

“Your sister, Maggie, might win.” The hair fairy noted.

“If she does I shall be happy for her,” Tristabelle claimed, admiring herself in the mirror. “But if someone who is not an Elvrina should win I shall be the saddest I have been since I saw that leprechaun fall penis first into the wood chipper.”

“Indeed, that was a bad birthday party for you.” Constantina lamented.

A female elf with a large red mohawk poked her head into the dressing room and announced, “Princess Tristabelle, please make your way towards the stage.”

“Ah, it is time to lay claim to the ruby tiara!” The princess exclaimed. “May Frejya bless the judges with the truth of my beauty, and may Hel curse the ones who deem me ugly with anal rot.”

***

The pageant occurred in Gladsheim the city controlled by Clan Schwanhild inside the House of Honor. The House of Honor once held the seats of the twelve gods. Yet today it held a rabid audience of vampires, dwarves, witches, sorcerers, werewolves, and fairies. All were gathered to crown the hundredth Miss Golden Land.

The judges sat on stone seats that upheld columns that encircled the room and stood beside pillars of green flames as created by fire sorcerers.

A good bet to seal the win was on two-time winner pure elf Svetvina Londoff of Clan Londoff, a towering brunette elf. Svetvina, last year’s winner, entered first as live music was sung by a black-haired  siren at the top of the stage to a mix of EDM by a vampiric DJ.

“Ladies and gentlemen, supernatural friends,” A dwarven host named Artimfild bellowed. His beard was the envy of all dwarves as it reached down to his shins. “May The Allfather be with us for the hundredth annual Miss Golden Land!”

Rabid applause sped across the audience. Many hooted, and many hollered as 16 evening gowned ladies arrived on the scene, including Princess Maggie and Princess Tristabelle. The beauties were as diverse as the audience, featuring pure elves such as the royals, vampires, witches, sorcerers, and even a gnome named Dia

Every woman introduced themselves with the royals coming at the end.

“I’m Princess Magalinda!” Maggie announced, beneath a glittering red witch hat. “It rhymes with Saggy Brenda, and Hag Agenda, it’s Magalinda!”

Most everyone was confused by that introduction, but Maggie’s cult following sounded their approval for her quirky intro.

Getting a hard stare from Svetvina, Tristabelle went last, “I am Princess Tristabelle Elvrina! Let the humans have their Golden Globe awards. For we know my golden globes shall win me Miss Golden Land!” Tristabelle announced while shaking her titanic tits. With milk wagons that big it’s a wonder she didn’t fall over!

That got a whooping cheer from the audience.

“Good citizens of Golden Land, good visitors from the world beyond,” Artimfild shouted over the audience. “Who will be this year’s Miss Golden Land? We can only leave it in the capable hands of our grand judges and you the beautiful audience.”

 

***

After the evening gown contest concluded it was time for the talent portion of the event. The audience was treated to a siren’s song, a werewolf’s epic poem, Dia throwing axes three times her weight, Svetvina juggling flaming swords…and then there was Maggie’s…

“For my talent, lovely people, I shall pull a rabbit from a hat!” She beamed, attired in bell-bottomed pink pants, and golden tube top with the dancing lady of the Elvrina’s on the front. “But not just any rabbit! I’m not just any girl, after all! I am the Fluffy Bunny and I’m pulling a GOLDEN bunny out the hat. You heard right, a golden bunny! And to help me will be one of you, the people!”

Maggie settled entirely too fast on a pure elf woman in the front row who looked like she would rather be anywhere else. Her purple eyes were clear and expressive, she had a slightly visible cleft in her chin,  wide upward turning lips, and blond hair done in a ponytail. Her dress seemed to defy the purpose of wearing clothing as the crisis cross top exposed her toned stomach and large juggies who’s nipples poked through the fabric.

“You there, person I have never met before! Cone  join me!”

Disguising her sister in a blond wig did not help Maggie hide the fact she was getting help from her eldest sister, Princess Astrid.

The elder princess got up with a hand wave to the audience who were polite enough to pretend Maggie had tricked them.

Once she reached the stage, giving viewers a delectable view of her legs in a side slit mini skirt,  Astrid put on her fakest smile and waited for her sister to begin.

“Magikadabra, assistant! Now isn’t this the biggest thrill you’ve ever had? To be on stage with the Fluffy Bunny.”

“…..Yes.”

“And aren’t I the prettiest future witch in all the whole wide world?”

“….Yes.”

“Are you ready to be amazed?”

“….Yes.”

“Then hold this top hat, lady who I have never met before in my life.”

“….Fine.”

Maggie shoved the top hat into Astrid’s hands, who gritted her teeth while trying to smile at the same time.

Maggie produced a magic wand, then began swinging it through the air, while putting on a jazz dance for whatever reason, “Jazz hands make the world go round! Now Maggiekadraba, Awesomekazam, golden bunny please be mine!”

The hat leaped from Astrid’s hands, putting a stern, furrowed brow look of distrust on the eldest princess’ face. When the hat started vibrating as if it were in the throes of an earthquake her fists clenched. When furry white hands with lengthy black claws stuck their way out the hat, she jumped in front of her sister. When those white hands showed themselves to be attached to what looked like a bodybuilder adorned in white fur, black nose and bunny ears Astrid was already springing to action.

“A wererabbit!” Maggie shouted. “I’m a mega magical prodigy!”

Maggie began bowing to a stunned (not in a good way) audience, as her sister ducked a punch from the wererabbit. Astrid swung her body behind the beast, while at the same encircling her arms around its waist. As it hollered in anger and distress, Astrid flung it backward and dropped it directly on its neck, earning a satisfying and neck bending crunch.

That met with a heartfelt, and an appreciative round of applause that Maggie, of course, thought were for her. They might have been because the audience could see up Astrid’s skirt and she wasn’t wearing panties.

A roar came up, mighty and booming. It caused Maggie to state, “Yes, yes, the Maggie Movement sweeps across Golden Land!”

But that roar came from the wererabbit who popped up off the ground and into a position that showed he was itching for a fight.

And fight he did swinging a looping fist at Astrid. Astrid “Iron Wings” ducked his punch then leaped upwards to nail him in the chin with her wig covered head.

“Oooooh!” the enthralled crowd reacted.

The wererabbit staggered backward, blood spilling from his mouth. In a flash, Astrid had hold of his fluffy ears. She brought down his head and buried her knee into his face with such ferocity the face breaking sound could be heard in Valhalla.

Astrid shook her head in dismay as the leader of the “Maggie Movement” continued to bask in unearned adulation.

 

***

 

“For Princess Tristabelle’s talent,” Artimfild boomed, “We will witness her championship skating ability.”

A teenage ice sorcerer with bright blue eyes stood on stage, attired in a suit that matched his eyes with runic script written in white across the blazer. He shot his hands forward and began to spew a white frost from them. Brilliant and bold crystals began to lather the stage in ice as if it were put there by mother earth. After the surface was covered in ice in wh the audience gave a polite round of applause.

Then an ethereal sounding EDM opera came to life, its female vocals almost hypnotizing the crowd into a sweetened lull. They were shocked to awareness by the sudden driving of a hard guitar that heralded the arrival of Princess Tristabelle. The youngest Elvrina princess was adorned in a blue mini dress that held swaying sleeves over her arm.

She sashayed to the front of the stage, coming so close to the edge the fans in the front row reached to catch her. But instead of falling, she whirled backward towards center stage. Once she hit her mark she took off from the back edge of her skate in a twisting jump then came down on the back outside edge of her opposite foot. A confident smile flashed across her face as she whipped about the stage backward before turning through the air to repeat her previous jump two times in a row.

Such a marvelous display of athleticism brought several fans to their feet in an ovation. They stayed on their feet, wowed by the princess flinging herself through the air and tossing herself head over heels. Much to everyone’s amazement and delight she came down onto her feet then immediately brought herself into a sitting spin.

As the opera boomed overhead with a mix of heavy drums and anthemic vocals Tristabelle glided across the stage. Her sleeves swayed like grass in the wind, and her dress rode up high giving a well-strategized show off her muscular legs and toned booty. To show off that tight ass, even more, Tristabelle glided to the front of the stage on one leg, letting her other leg trail up and behind her to pull her dress up. Drool fell from the mouths of many. Some had to recite knightly tournament stats to take their mind of her heavenly booty lest they erupt in their seats. The slutty princess certainly didn’t help them as she bent over to show a sweet camel toe,

Finally, she finished by whipping her entire body backward and overhead. It was a tumble even a vampire would struggle to land. But land this elf did, settling onto her skates, then dropping to her knees with her cupid’s bow lips forming a brilliant and cocky smirk.

The audience couldn’t contain themselves. Every single one rose to their feet and let their voices be heard. This was a performance for the ages, and they hailed it as such. The recipient of this love took bows and accepted flowers with genuine and profuse gratitude.

***

The make a wish event was next, where the contestants would speak their one wish.

Svetvina hoped for, “I wish all weapons were eliminated from the world. For weapons allow the heartless to kill those with heart.” An interesting wish considering her family has investments in several Dwarven smithies.

Dia wished, “I wish that everyone could have height positivity. And that my husband wouldn’t keep the cookies on the top shelf!”

The 273 year old vampire who looked like a sixty year old wished, “I wish everyone who had their foot on the accelerator would step on the brakes and stop and breathe.”

Maggie wished for volunteers for her “Mega Magical Miracle Muscle Builder” potion, promising elite gains in six weeks with only a 45% chance of contracting rabies.

Tristabelle stepped forward to wish, “I wish that for every time a child sees a wyvern, or a troll, or an ogre, they would see a rainbow, or a kelpie, or a fairy. That instead of waking up and wondering if their village might be attacked by ghouls or the undead they might wonder if they’ll see a pixie fluttering through the air.”

 

***

The swimsuit contest, a long time favorite of the audience and viewers was the next competition. Svetvina was sure she had this one won. Surely she could beat the gnome in glossy blue school girl swimsuit. She modeled it with casual dignity, simply turning around for all to see her lovely figure.

Maggie was tougher competition in pink witch hat, with her classically large Elvrina funbags behind a boob window of a pink top, and juicy butt behind clad a ruffled white skirt that was just short enough to see a camel toe.

But Svetvina did not count on Princess Tristabelle’s starry slingshot bikini. The Princess known as The Bright-Eyed pranced onto the stage, jiggling her jumbos with each peppy step. She settled on center stage and smiled at the audience who were stilled in awe by her skimpy beauty. One teenage elf sat in frozen open-mouthed shock. The busty babe threw class out the window and jiggled her flesh pillows to the whooping delight of the audience. She seemed to be struggling to keep the sweater meat inside the skimpy strips of fabric in a rather over the top manner. But the best came when the lusted after royal skank slowly, so teasingly slowly bent over. Her hands found her slender ankles and her deliciously hard ass showed she was wide open for business….

 

“What princess wants,” Tristabelle said in a sultry voice. “Princess gets. And what princess wants is YOU! Tee-heh!”

Boners popped up around the building. Home viewers went rushing for the baby oil. The teen in the front row was frozen in shock.

“Princess Tristabelle The Bright Eyed,” The host announced, while leering at her thonged rear end. “And now we come to the runners up of Miss Golden! All ladies dazzled and amazed. It was truly a tough decision for our esteemed panel of judges. How could anyone pick between these beauties? Or judges did.”

A romantic song with a dynamic tempo and intense emotional expression arrived in the auditorium. It stirred an already excited audience.

“Runner up number two…who thinks they know who it is? A special cheer to anyone who guesses Dia!”

The upbeat gnome immediately began crying tears of joy. Dia could scarcely stop sobbing as her trembling body was outfitted with her sash.”

“A fool,” The host started, “Scowls at the winner from his second-place podium, a wise person smiles at all those who stand behind him. Our first runner up has the smile to melt hearts….Miss Svetina Romakiss of Clan Romakiss!”

Svetina wore a smile that was very much not a smile. It was reminiscent of Astrid’s, her face stiffened, her jaw set. She accepted the runner up sash with all the joy of someone accepting a marriage proposal from a pig.

“And our winner, our stunning, beautiful winner, our Miss Golden Land of this year…she is the one and only The Bright Eyed Princess Tristabelle Elvrina!”

Joy rooted in an immense shock came over Tristabelle who emitted a squeal of glee. She was soon tangled in a hug from Maggie, who joined in with the roaring crowd to hail her win.

Tristabelle tried to relax but couldn’t calm her exuberant emotions. Especially when she saw Astrid standing and smiling. Tristabelle dropped her need to appear refined and hugged Maggie back.

The sash was presented to her and the happiness again rushed her like a bull. She saw her sister, Constantina applauding off stage and gave her a bright smile.

Artimfild held his microphone in front of The Bright Eyed, which forced her to pause to collect herself. Finally she said, “Well judges you have assured yourself avoidance of the headsman’s axe,” The audience laughed. “Truly this is an honor of all honors. What an amiable feeling I have! I dedicate this victory to my dear friend Heidi, who disappeared three elven months ago. Being with her was the happiest I have ever been without spilling a drop of blood.”

Suddenly a burs .of white shimmering light appeared above Tristabelle. It rained down rainbow-colored sparks, showering Tristabelle in a deluge of colors.

Audience members leaned forward, murmured and watched with intense stares at the rainbow storm of beautiful sparks.

Finally a heavy, a booming voice captured the awe of everyone in the auditorium, “Princess Tristabelle, I am The All Father. I have been with the Elvrinas and Golden Land since I lifted Golden Land out of the sea. “Your family is all that stands before doom and the earth realm. This sword is a marvel. Those who wielded it passed a holy test.  You and only you are worthy enough to carry its legacy. You shine bolder than the sun. Sparkle greater than the stars. As the fairest princess of the Elvrinas take the sword Mistlewoe, crafted out the same mistletoe that slew the god Balder. Take it and aid your family in saving the earth. You are it’s only hope.”

As if giving birth, the cloud of white and it’s rainbow sparks spewed forth a true piece of otherworldy majesty. All around the auditorium eyes went wide with the appearance of a treasure made of translucent ice. It had veins of the same substance running through it. The hilt of this treasure was made of translucent ice, with veins of the same substance running through it. The pommel or end of the sword was white ice magic crystal. Impossibly, its crossguard was a mind-bending set of wings that flapped the sword into the outstretched hand of Tristabelle.

The audience was raucous with their cheers, letting out a bevy of cheers, and bestowing applause upon the fairest princess in all the land.

The Bright Eyed’s bright eyes beamed nothing but pure joy. A mystical weapon of her own! She would finally join her siblings in possessing a mystical weapon. She could cross swords with bandits, ogres and other villains with confidence and might. Tears of joy strode along her cheeks as Maggie and Astrid and Constantina arrived to embrace her in a hug. It was too much for Tristabelle. Too much to stand and she sank to her knees, laying her sword in front of her.

 

“Pretty, pretty princess,” Came a rough voice. A guttural voice belonging to someone of rudimentary intelligence. The voice created an angry stir amongst the crowd.

“Pretty Princess come with us!” Said a similar voice.

Then they appeared. The hated of the hated. The despised of the despised. Orcs.

A total of eight orcs emerged from each side of the stage. Orcs were a fearsome sight to behold at any moment in Golden Land. But these orcs, standing between 6’8 and 7’0 provided an even higher rush of fear for an audience who never expected them. The orcs were green skinned, bow legged, had tusks protruding from their mouths, wore loin cloth around their groins and boasted heads full of piercings.

“Pretty princess belongs to orc now!” The original speaker claimed.

“Your coming here,” Tristabelle began, “Is the most ill judged thing since Lars The Galor laid with that tavern wench who shape-shifted into a dog during sex.”

“Pendulum!” Astrid boomed. “Now!”

Astrid’s upper arm was engulfed in fire. A fire that twisted towards her raised hand. Once it reached her hand it grew into a sword. Pendulum. The blade within fire. It had two triangular blades that stuck out from its longer main blade. That blade stretched from a hilt covered in fire that could never burn the owner.

“Tristabelle step back.” Astrid ordered. ”You have never fought this many orcs before. And your sword technique could use some polish.”

“Nonsense. Tristabelle-Fu shall win the day!” Tristabelle declared.

There was a rumble from the back of the auditorium. One that was only heard when doors are forced upon by extreme might. After the door toppled to the floor, six more male orcs stepped in being led by a female orc with a crown of thorns. The female orc was a towering, massive figure with shredded muscles that lay behind loincloth bikini top and cloth thonged bottoms. Unlike her male counterparts, her face was that of a comely female, with expressive eyes, black hair that streamed past her shoulders, and a pair of thick pouty lips.

“I am Gretawuld the orc queen and I come to bring pretty princess to my husband!”

“Ha!” Tristabelle exclaimed. “I would rather lay with an exceptionally ugly goat.”

Three vampire knights arrived behind the princesses providing enough backup for Astrid to lead her charge. She slid beneath a swing of a club with a nail in it; then still on the ground, she slashed the orc in the ankle bone. Its howling was shushed by Tristabelle raking Mistlewoe across his throat.

Another orc swung for Astrid with a club, but she swung back to sever his hand from his arm and left him screaming in pain. But the pain just made him angrier and he punched Astrid in the face, sending her flying backward. Amazingly she was able to land on her feet and offer an attack in the form of Pendulum through a rampaging orc’s stomach.

“Tristabelle, stay with me!” Astrid ordered.

But it was too late for that. When Tristabelle heard a child scream from the back row and saw her grabbed by the hair she had to spring into action. She did spring into action, shooting down the aisle, sword stretched forward, carrying herself with a sort of fierce courage. As though she could run down Roman legions.

The child abusing orc was skewered through the heart by The Bright Eyed. The last thing he saw was those Bright Eyes burrowing into his soul with a thick hatred.

“Run away!” Tristabelle ordered the child, who did just that.

“Princess prettier up close,” the orc queen decided. “Make mine and king’s sex slave.”

“Ha! As the Americans would say, that’s crazy wack, b,” Tristabelle retorted.

What truly was crazy were the pair of green tentacles that snaked across Tristabelle’s legs. Before Tristabelle could properly shout, more tentacles were curling around her arms forcing her to drop Mistletwoe

“A shoggoth!” Someone shouted, inciting mass panic. Panic enough to have people racing for the emergency exits. They didn’t even notice an orc turning to stone as he tried to lift Mistlewoe.

Astrid tried to shove past the crowd as her younger sister’s stomach was wrapped in the confines of a tentacle. The eldest Elvrina girl moved aside people who were flowing in the opposite direction with Maggie right behind her.

Beyond this throng of fear the shoggoth, this green tentacled thing, ripped down Tristabelle’s bikini, letting her milk wagons bounce free. The thing circled around her globes, pulling tight at Gretawuld’s nodding.

Tristabelle tried to lower her hand to swat the beast away from her breasts, but her wrist was held firm. This left the shoggoth to twist, knead and grope her tits to Gretawuld’s immense delight. Tristabelle almost felt penetrated in her sex by the orc queen’s stare. It also didn’t help that the monster had tentacles dangerously close to her inner thighs. Then it pressed into her, filling her deliciously tight center.

“Oh! Shocking!” Tristabelle wailed.

The tentacle in her pussy pushed ever deeper, forcing her center passage to widen. As the slutty princess squirmed more and more of the tentacle invaded her,

“Ohhhh so huge!” Tristabelle wailed.

“Hang in there!” Maggie implored.

The movement increased. Hard and fast, almost drawing the breath out of her. If Tristabelle hadn’t been such an experienced tramp she might very well have passed out. Yet this phallus was thicker than any of the many men who had ravaged the princess.

“Astrid, can’t you do something?” Maggie asked.

“I am trying!” Astrid bellowed as she used her sword to remove a hand from an orc’s body.

The dirty princess’ tightness excited the shoggoth. She could feel it in the way it enlarged within her and pumped her faster. She was at it’s mercy as it started to  fuck her mouth. The helpless princess felt reduced to just her pussy and mouth as she became a nesting ground for monster cock.

“Mmmf!” Tristballe mumbled. “Mmmf!”

Her purple eyes bulged wildly as the monster reached to the back of her throat. At the same time Maggie had to be saved from a rushing orc by the beheading swing of Astrid’s Pendulum.

Some orcs were jerking themselves off, leaving fighting off Astrid to their more attentive partners. The orc queen stood with her arms folded, quite satisfied at the predicament she put the youngest Elvrina princess in.

Trisrabelle may have been a princess but she was a queen at dick sucking and instinctively began sucking away. The monster responded with a fervent throat fucking of his big titty captive. So Tristbaelle just went limp, letting her pussy and throat get violated by a pair of thick penis like tentacles. All she did was moan, unable to control her horny dirty nature.

“This is real bad!” Maggie fretted. “Trista B, squirm outta that thing!”

Princess Tristabelle couldn’t control her slutty nature and provided immense pleasure to the monster, swirling her tongue around the taut bulb. That turned it on immensely. It furiously throat fucked the blond twat to the point where she just let it pound her face without her doing anything. Helpless, the princess began drooling all over the pulsating tentacle that pummeled her throat. The only thing the little minx was missing was balls slapping against her chin.

“Mmmfmfm!” Princess Tristabelle wailed.

The big titted blond took it hard and fast in two holes to the delight of Gretawuld. Even her cheeks bulged as the phallus fucking her grew bigger. Now she gagged, a rare action for a super whore like Tristabelle. Like a piston in a machine, the tentacle rammed in out of her drooling mouth. All the while another tentacle was hammering her tiny insides.

“We’re coming, Trista B!” Maggie hollered. But in actuality, they were getting nowhere. And when they did get somewhere their sister, the monster, and the orcs were gone.

 

TO BE CONTINUED