Chapter 1: Introduction
The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, a familiar perfume that Tanya had grown up with. Her bedroom was a symphony of vibrant hues, with walls draped in flowing, intricately patterned tapestries that shimmered in the soft glow of the nearby lanterns. A grand four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its posts carved from ancient oak and adorned with silver filigree that caught the light, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows. The bed was covered in silken sheets of deep emerald, her favorite color, and adorned with silk pillows in shades of gold and pale green.
A lare ornate mirror hung on a wall opposite the bed, reflecting Tanya's tall, regal form. Her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright green eyes seemed to glow in the soft light. Even her pointed ears, a characteristic of her Elven lineage, appeared elegant and graceful.
Her gaze went towards her most nota able feature, her larger than normal breasts that had earned her the unforunate nickname of "Tits" among her people. They were barely contained by her low-cut gown, a fact that she was well aware of. She had always been uncomfortable with the attention they drew, but she had learned to carry herself with regal poise, ignoring any whispers or stares.
Today, however, her mind was elsewhere. She had awakened with a strange sensation, a feeling of disconnect from her own body. She had looked into the mirror and found her reflection staring back at her, but it didn't feel quite right. It was like looking at a familiar stranger.
Tanya tilted her head, studying her reflection with a frown. Something was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She reached up, touching her face, her ears, her hair, but everything felt the same.
She turned to leave, but paused as a sudden wave of memories hit her like a physical force. She stumbled, catching herself on the edge of her vanity. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gripped the edge, knuckles white.
The memories were vivid, raw, and they were not her own. She saw a different face in the mirror, a face with shorter hair, darker eyes, and no pointed ears. She heard a different voice, a deep baritone, and she felt a different body, a body with broader shoulders and a lack of the familiar weight on her chest.
As Matt came to, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar bedchamber. The room was lavish, unlike anything he had ever owned in his human life. He felt the sensation of a large chest.
He looked down, his eyes widening as he took in the ample cleavage spilling out of the low-cut gown.
Guess that was why he was called "Tits" in this new life.
He let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, at least I'm sexy in this life." Matt muttered to himself, running a hand through his long silver hair. He was just glad to be alive again.
Matt had always been a fun-loving, somewhat perverted guy in his human life, but he had also had a kind heart and a strong moral compass.
It seemed Tanya wasn't the same as she carried herself with an air of regality and grace that he knew he didn't possess. Also she disliked the attention her breasts brought but he would never have disdained it himself.
He smiled at the reflection, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Guess we're going to be quite the pair, you and I."
He heard a soft knock at the door, and a voice called out, "Your Majesty? Are you well?"
Matt startled, his heart leaping into his throat. He recognized that voice—it belonged to Esme, Tanya's childhood friend and one of her most trusted advisors. She had been his best friend growing up, a loyal and kind Elf with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue.
Matt quickly switched over to Tanya's mannerisms, smoothing out his expression and standing up straight.
"Yes, Esme, I'm fine. Just... lost in thought," he called out, his voice soft and regal, a perfect imitation of Tanya's.
"I shall be out shortly."
Matt heard Esme's footsteps recede down the hallway, leaving him alone once more with his new reality. He sighed, a sound that was more Tanya than Matt, and turned back to the mirror.
"Okay, Matt," he said to his reflection, "time to figure out what's going on here." He began to pace, his mind racing with questions.
It was clear that Tanya was his next life but why did his memories return. Had something triggered them?
Or was this some kind of glitch in the reincarnation process? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed more information, and he knew just where to find it.
He gathered his composure, ensuring that Tanya's regal poise was firmly back in place, and strode to the door.
He opened it to find Esme waiting patiently on the other side, her eyes filled with concern.
"Your Majesty, you seemed troubled," Esme said, her voice a soft melody that belied the sharp intelligence behind her words. She looked him over, her brow furrowing slightly, "Are you certain you're alright?"
Matt, now fully assuming Tanya's mannerisms, offered Esme a reassuring smile. "I am well, Esme. Just a bit of a headache, that's all." He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
"I was just thinking about the upcoming council meeting. There's so much to consider and prepare for."
Esme nodded, falling into step beside him as they began to walk down the corridor. "Indeed, there is. The border disputes with the Dwarves are not going to resolve themselves." She paused, then added, "You know, if you'd like, I could help you go through the documents. We could make a night of it, perhaps order some food from the kitchens."
Esme suggested, her voice light and casual. Matt, still navigating Tanya's body and mannerisms, nodded in agreement.
"That sounds lovely, Esme. We could do like we did back when mother and father were preparing me
for the throne," Tanya said, adopting a reminiscent smile. Matt, now more comfortable in Tanya's body, allowed the words to flow naturally from his lips.
Esme's face lit up at the memory. "I'd forgotten about those nights. We were so young, weren't we?" She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.
"You were always so determined, even then. I used to tease you about it."
Matt, as Tanya, smiled back, recalling the many playful arguments they'd had during their studies. "And you were always the one to lighten the mood," he said, his voice warm with affection.
They paused at the end of the hallway, where a grand staircase led down to the main floor of the palace. The banister was carved from the same ancient oak as Tanya's bedposts, and the walls were adorned with tapestries that depicted scenes of Elven history.
As they descended, Matt could hear the muffled hum of activity from the floors below—servants going about their duties, the clink of silverware from the dining hall, the occasional laughter or heated debate from the council chambers.
"So," Esme began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "any news on the romantic front?"
Matt, shocked by the change in topic, almost missed a step on the staircase. He recovered quickly, thankful for Tanya's grace and poise.
A quick look into his new memories revealed that Tanya had a secret.
She was in love with Esme but she kept that love to herself.
She had never told anyone, not even her parents, and she had no intention of doing so ever, as she valued Esme's friendship.
She had kept her feelings buried deep, as she didn't want to risk losing her best friend.
Matt decided to continue to hide Tanya's feelings.
"No, I've been to busy with the kingdom's affairs to think about romance." Matt replied, maintaining Tanya's regal composure. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the lie, even though he understood the reasoning behind it.
Esme let out a disappointed sigh. "You work too hard, Your Majesty. Even the great Tanya needs some downtime." She shook her head, her eyes filled with concern.
"Besides, you can't tell me that there isn't someone who catches your eye. You're the most beautiful Elf in the entire realm."
Esme jested, nudging Matt playfully with her elbow. "And I know for a fact that there are plenty of suitors who would love to take you off the market."
Matt managed to laugh it off but the thought of sharing her bed with someone other than Esme had always been unimaginable.
"You flatter me, Esme, but you know I'm not interested in the games of courtship. I have a kingdom to run," Matt said, a note of finality in Tanya's voice.
Esme nodded, her expression softening. "I know, Your Majesty. And you do an excellent job at it. The people love you." She paused, then softly added, "But I love you the most."
The words were spoken softly, almost too low to hear, but Matt felt them reverberate through Tanya's body.
He pretended not to hear them as they walked into the library.
The room was vast, with towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust.
The library was a sanctuary of knowledge, a place where Tanya had spent many hours as a child, reading and learning. The room was dimly lit, with only a few lanterns casting a warm glow over the vast expanse of books.
Esme led the way to a large table in the center of the room, piled high with documents and maps. She began to sift through them, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Shall we start with the border disputes?" she asked, not looking up from her task.
Matt nodded, crossing the room to join her. He took a seat at the table, his eyes scanning the documents before him
. He could feel the weight of Tanya's knowledge and experience pressing down on him, guiding his movements and thoughts.
"Yes, let's start with that," he agreed, his voice steady and confident. He picked up an older document which was an agreement between an older dwarven king and one of Tanya's ancestors.
He skimmed through it, his eyes scanning the lines of elegant Elvish script. It was fascinating to see the agreement that had been made, as it was an exchange of dwarven land for some rare ore that was found in the heart of the Elven forest.
"You're right," Matt said, recalling Tanya's memories on the issue, "The dwarves have been pressing for a revision of this agreement for years now. They claim that the ore veins have run dry, and they want the land given back."
Esme nodded, her expression tense. "Exactly. And if we don't give in to their demands, they threaten war."
Matt sighed, running a hand through his long silver hair. He could feel the weight of Tanya's experiences and responsibilities bearing down on him. "We can't just give in to their demands, Esme. That land has become sacred to our people. It's where the royal family gets buried." Matt's eyes scanned the document again, his mind racing with potential solutions. He knew from Tanya's memories that the land was also home to a unique species of flowers that only bloomed under the Elven moonlight, and they were crucial for some of the kingdom's most potent healing potions. Losing that land would be catastrophic.
Esme leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest. "That's why I suggested we look into alternative solutions. Perhaps we could offer them something else in exchange?"
Matt nodded, tapping his fingers against the table as he thought. "Like what, though?
They've already got the ore they wanted, and now wish to renege on their half of the deal."
Esme uncrossed her arms and rested her chin on her hand, her eyes thoughtful.
"Maybe there's something else we can use to pressure the dwarfs to back off." Esme mused, her gaze distant as she tapped her fingers against her chin. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she straightened up in her seat.
"I think I know which document might help." Esme said, her voice filled with excitement as she reached for a rolled-up parchment tucked away in a corner of the table.
She unrolled it, revealing another trade between the elves and dwarves.
This one, however, was from several centuries earlier. Matt scanned the document, his eyes widening as he read.
"This is it!" Matt exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "We gave them land that's still valuable to them, so if they want to take back the land they gave us, we demand for the return of that land." Matt said, his eyes scanning the document, his mind racing with possibilities.
Esme nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Exactly, Your Majesty. This could be the leverage we need to negotiate keeping our sacred lands," Esme said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
As they delved deeper into the documents, the library seemed to grow quieter, the world outside fading away. Time slipped by unnoticed as they strategized and planned, their minds working in tandem. The atmosphere between them was comfortable and familiar, a testament to their long-standing friendship.
After a while, Esme let out a yawn, stretching her arms over her head. "I hate to say it, Your Majesty, but I think we should call it a night."
Matt, as Tanya, laughed softly, a sound that was both regal and sincere. "I know what you mean. I feel like I've been staring at these documents for days, but I think we have a solid starting point for our negotiations with the dwarves," Matt said, standing up from the table and stretching his arms above his head. He could feel the strain of his breasts as he stretched.
He had never thought he'd say this, but he was genuinely starting to understand why Tanya was so uncomfortable with the attention her chest drew.
Esme stood up as well, her chair scraping softly against the stone floor. "Tanya, let me occupy you to your room." Esme said, her voice gentle and caring.
"Thank you, Esme. I appreciate it." Matt replied, his voice soft and genuine.
He stood up from the table, the silk of his gown rustling softly as he moved.
Esme gathered the documents and fell into step beside him as they made their way out of the library, the dimly lit corridor guiding them back towards Tanya's chambers. The palace was quiet at this late hour.
The only sounds echoing through the corridors were their soft footsteps and the gentle rustle of Esme's robes.
As they walked, Esme glanced at Matt, her expression thoughtful. "You know, Tanya, ever since you took the throne, I've seen how much you've grown into your role. You're a natural leader." Esme continued, her voice warm with admiration. "You've made our people proud, and you've brought peace and prosperity to our kingdom."
Matt, as Tanya, felt a surge of gratitude and affection towards Esme. Her words were sincere, and he could see the genuine pride and admiration in her eyes. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at keeping his true identity a secret from her.
"Thank you, Esme," Matt replied, his voice soft. "Your support and friendship mean the world to me. I couldn't have done any of this without you."
Esme smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
As the two approached Tanya's room, Matt hesistated at door, before turning to face Esme.
"Esme, would you like to join me in the bath?" Matt asked, his voice soft and sincere.
He watched as Esme's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and a soft blush spread across her cheeks.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'd like that."
Matt, as Tanya, smiled, his heart doing a little somersault in his chest. He knew Tanya's feelings for Esme were deep and profound, but he also knew that she had never acted on them.
He opened the door to the bedroom, revealing the grand four-poster bed and the ornate mirror that had started this whole journey.
Matt turned to Esme, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll have someone prepare the bath."
Esme nodded, entering the room. She walked over to the fireplace, her movements graceful and fluid, and began to stoke the dying fire back to life. Matt watched her for a moment, appreciating the way the firelight danced across her features.
He crossed the room to the large, intricately carved wooden doors that led to his private bathing chamber. He opened them, revealing a steaming hot tub filled with fragrant water, petals from the rare moonflowers scattered on the surface.
He turned to Esme, who was undressed.
She stood before the fire, her body bathed in its warm glow, her eyes locked onto his. The fire cast flickering shadows across her pale skin, accentuating the curves of her breasts and the flare of her hips. Her hair, loose and wild, cascaded down her back in soft waves.
Matt took off his gown and tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving Esme's. He stepped into the hot tub, the water steaming around him. He motioned for her to join him. She hesitated for a moment before crossing the room, her eyes never leaving his. She stepped into the hot tub, the water lapping at her waist. She was close enough now that he could see the goosebumps on her skin, the hardened peaks of her nipples.
He extended a hand to her, helping her down into the water. She settled in front of him, as they faced each other.
"I almost forgot why they call you Tits," Esme whispered with a playful smile. Her eyes traveled down, taking in the ample breasts that were now barely covered by the water.
Matt, as Tanya, couldn't help but laugh. "And I almost forgot how much you love to tease me about it." He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Esme's ear.
Esme tilted her head towards his touch, her eyes locked onto his. "I only tease because I think you're beautiful, Tanya," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Matt heard the want in her voice, something Tanya never noticed.
"Esme, about your question earlier, I lied ," Matt confessed, his voice barely a whisper.
"What do you mean?" Esme asked, her eyes searching his.
"I have someone I'm interested in, but I buried the feelings." Matt confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked onto Esme's. "Esme, I'm in love with you," he admitted, his heart pounding in his chest.
Esme's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching. "Tanya, I... I always hoped you would say that," Esme whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She reached up, cupping Matt's cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. Her touch sent a shiver of desire down his spine.
Matt, still inhabiting Tanya's body, leaned into her touch. "I should have told you sooner," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "I should have told you a long time ago."
Esme's eyes searched his, her pupils dilated with desire. "You're telling me now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And that's all that matters."
She leaned in, her breath hot against his lips.
"I've wanted this for so long, Tanya," she whispered, her voice thick with desire and need.
Matt and Esme got out of the tub, water cascading down their bodies. Esme reached out, her hands cupping Matt's breasts, her hands having a hard time holding them. She let out a soft moan, her thumbs grazing over his nipples.
"These have always been a sight to behold," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Matt let out a low groan, his own desire rising. He could feel Esme's breath on his skin, hot and heavy.
"And you've always had a thing for them," Matt whispered back, his voice a low growl. He reached out, his hands gripping Esme's waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Esme let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Yes, I fucking love your tits. They're so fucking perfect," she murmured, her hands squeezing and massaging them, her thumbs circling and teasing Matt's hardening nipples.
Matt groaned, a low, primal sound that echoed through the chamber. He felt a surge of heat between his legs, a throbbing ache that begged for attention. He could feel the wetness pooling between Esme's thighs, could smell her arousal, musky and sweet.
He wanted to taste her, to bury his face between her legs and lap at her until she was screaming his name.
So he positioned himself so she could continue to play with his breasts while he went down on her.
He knelt before her, his face level with her pussy. He could see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly.
"Fuck, Tanya, that feels so good," she murmured, her hands still working on his breasts, her fingers twisting and pulling his nipples.
Matt groaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
He couldn't believe how good this felt, how right it was to be between Esme's legs, tasting her, feeling her hands on his body.
He couldn't believe how easily he slipped into this role, into Tanya's body, her desires, her needs. He was Tanya, and he was Matt, and he was in love with Esme, and he wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel.
He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness. He could feel her against his lips, her slickness coating his tongue, her scent filling his nostrils. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers through Esme's body.
"Tanya, I'm close." "So, am I Esme"
Matt then pulled away from Esme to reposition himself to scissor her and rub themselves together. The sound of their slick wetness filled the room.
"Fuck, Tanya, I love how wet you are," Esme moaned, her body grinding against Matt's.
"You're so fucking wet, Esme. I love it," Matt groaned, his hips thrusting against hers, their clits rubbing together.
"Harder, Tanya, fuck me harder," Esme begged, her voice a desperate plea.
Matt obliged, his hips moving faster, their bodies slapping together, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the chamber.
After a moment the two came together.
Both women screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through their bodies. Esme collapsed against Matt, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her head resting on Matt's stomach.
He ran his fingers through her hair, the soft strands sliding between his fingers. Their breaths slowly returned to normal, the scent of their lovemaking hanging heavy in the air.
And that's how they fell asleep.
Naked and tangled together in each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and the fading remnants of their passion. The fire in the hearth had dwindled to low embers, casting long, dancing shadows on the ceiling and walls. The scent of their lovemaking still hung heavy in the air, a mixture of salt and musk and something uniquely them.
The next morning, after cleaning up, they both got dressed. Esme in one of Tanya's dresses while Matt, as Tanya, donned a gown of deep emerald, the color of her eyes.
They shared a soft kiss before Esme made her way to the throne room for the day's meetings, leaving Matt to finish preparations alone.
As Matt sat at the vanity, brushing out his long silver hair, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Tanya's face stared back at him, but he could see the hint of a smirk that was distinctly his own. He couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of last night, the passion and the intensity of it all.
As he finished getting ready, he thought of the meeting latter today.
The dwarves representatives were expected to arrive by midday, and he needed to be prepared.
He walked to the balcony, looking out over the sprawling kingdom beneath him. The sun was high in the sky, casting golden rays over the lush forests, the sparkling rivers, and the rolling hills.
It was his job to keep them safe.
He was their queen. His people needed him to be strong, resilient, a beacon of hope and courage.
*Later, before the meeting starts* Matt, as Tanya, sat at the head of the long wooden table in the great hall, the sun filtering through the tall windows casting a warm glow on the polished surface. The dwarven delegation had arrived promptly at midday, their beards and skin the color of dark earth, their eyes sharp and perceptive. They were led by the dwarven king, Grimm, a burly figure with a thick beard and a heavier belly than when they had last met.
"Your Majesty," Grimm said, his voice gruff and deep as he bowed before the table.
"It is an honor to be in your presence once again."
Matt, as Tanya, offered a polite smile, his eyes scanning the other dwarves in the delegation. "The honor is mine, King Grimm. Your people have always been valued allies of the Elven Kingdom."
Grimm straightened, his expression serious. "Indeed, but there are matters that need to be addressed between our peoples. Matters of great importance."
Matt leaned back in his chair, his expression neutral.
"I believe we both know what you're referring to, King Grimm."
Grimm nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Indeed, we do. The ore veins have run dry, Your Majesty. We need the land we gave you centuries ago in exchange for our miners' access to the rare ore found within your forest. There is no more ore to be found. We demand that you return the land to us, or we will have no choice but to take it by force." Grimm's voice was stern, his gaze unwavering as he addressed Matt.
Matt, however, did not falter under the dwarf king's intense stare. Instead, he leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Grimm's.
"I am well aware of your predicament, King Grimm. However, the land you speak of is sacred to my people. It is where our royal lineage is laid to rest, and it is home to a rare species of flowers that are crucial for our most potent healing potions."
Matt's voice was calm and steady, but there was an underlying steel that made it clear he would not be swayed. He saw the surprise in Grimm's eyes, and he knew that the dwarf king had not expected such a response.
Grimm's expression darkened, his fingers tightening around the arms of his chair.
"Sacred or not, the land is ours by right as you can no longer honor your side of the bargain," he growled.
Matt, as Tanya, remained calm, her eyes never leaving Grimm's.
"And what of our side of the bargain? Did we not honor the agreement for centuries? Did we not ensure that your miners had access to the rare ore and safe passage through our lands?"
Matt leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled before him.
"I will give back the land you ask for but if you go through with that act I demand the land that my people gave yours long ago." Matt said, his voice firm but even. The room fell silent, the dwarven delegation exchanging startled glances.
Grimm's brow furrowed, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "What land are you referring to, Your Majesty?" he asked, his voice cautious.
Matt, as Tanya, leaned forward, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He could feel the weight of the years of diplomacy and negotiations that Tanya had experienced in her reign. He could sense the shift in the room, the subtle change in the dynamic between them.
"Esme, show our dear guest the document that speaks of the land we gifted to his people centuries ago," Matt instructed, his voice calm and collected.
Esme, who had been silently observing the exchange, quickly retrieved the rolled-up parchment from her sleeve and handed it to Grimm.
The dwarf king took the document, his eyes scanning the lines of Elvish script. His expression shifted from puzzlement to surprise, then to understanding. He looked up at Matt, his eyes filled with a mix of respect and chagrin.
"You drove a hard bargain, Your Majesty," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of his mistake. "I had forgotten about this agreement. It seems I have underestimated you."
Matt, sitting tall and regal in his seat, offered Grimm a small smile. "It is easy to forget the past, King Grimm.
"So, I propose a new agreement. We keep the land you gave us and you keep the land we gave you. These lands will no longer be used for bargining." Matt said, his voice firm yet fair.
"After all the traded lands have little value to the original parties."
Matt added, his eyes searching Grimm's for understanding.
Grimm nodded, his expression softening. "You're right, Your Majesty. The past is the past, and it is time for both our kingdoms to move forward."
He extended a hand across the table, a gesture of truce and understanding.
Matt, as Tanya, placed his hand in Grimm's, a strong grip that echoed centuries of shared history and mutual respect.
"Then it is agreed," Matt said, his voice filled with relief and satisfaction.
He could feel the tension in the room begin to dissipate, replaced by a sense of mutual respect and understanding. The dwarves nodded in agreement, their eyes no longer filled with hostility but with a newfound appreciation for the Elven queen.
"Now that that is settled, there are a few other matters I wish to discuss," Matt said, his eyes scanning the faces around the table. "Firstly, I wish to propose an alliance between our kingdoms. A formal treaty that would ensure peace and prosperity for both our peoples."
The dwarves exchanged surprised glances, but King Grimm spoke up first. "That is a most generous offer, Your Majesty.
We have always held the Elves in high regard, and an alliance between our kingdoms would be most beneficial for both our peoples," King Grimm replied, a genuine smile spreading across his bearded face.
Matt, as Tanya, nodded in agreement. "I am glad to hear you say that, King Grimm. Together, we can accomplish much more than we ever could alone. Our kingdoms have a long history of cooperation, and I believe that this alliance can only strengthen that bond."
The dwarves nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting a newfound hope and excitement. As the conversation turned to the details of the proposed treaty, Matt couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had navigated the complexities of diplomacy and negotiation with skill and grace, just as Tanya had done countless times before.
During a pause in the discussions, Matt made his way to Esme, pulling her close and kissing her.
"Great work, Esme. You were excellent out there," he murmured against her lips.
Esme smiled, her eyes sparkling. "All thanks to your leadership, Your Majesty. You handled that masterfully."
Esme whispered, a loving smile playing on her lips. Matt grinned, a warm feeling spreading through him at her praise. He knew that Tanya had been an excellent leader, but it was different when he saw the results of his efforts through her eyes.
"Thank you, dear. I couldn't have done it without you," he replied, his voice soft.
He glanced back at the dwarves, who were ready to finalize the details of the treaty.
He knew they were eager to get the formalities done and begin the celebrations. The Elves and Dwarves had a long history of friendly rivalry, and this alliance would be a historic moment for both kingdoms.
"If you'll excuse us, we have some final details to work out," Grimm said, a gleam in his eye and a teasing grin on his face. "That is, if you are done flirting with your girlfriend, Queen Tanya." Grimm jested, his voice filled with amusement.
The room erupted in laughter, breaking the tension that had built up during the negotiations. Matt, still inhabiting Tanya's body, joined in the laughter, his eyes sparkling with mirth. He turned to Esme, who was blushing slightly at the teasing.
"Don't mind him, dear. He's just jealous that he can't find a partner who loves him as much as you do." Matt teased, his voice filled with humor and affection.
Esme playfully swatted his arm. "Behave, Your Majesty. You're embarrassing me." she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Matt winked at her before turning back to King Grimm.
"Lets sign this treaty and make history, shall we?" He said, his voice filled with excitement.
Grimm and Matt both signed the document. Afterwards both a dwarven and an elven scribe made a copy for the records.
Matt watched as the dwarves leave, hearing them talk about a drinking contest they were gonna put on tonight, to celebrate the new treaty.
Matt took Esme's hand into his and retreated to his room.
They celebrated together all night.
Matt woke up next to Esme, and after looking at her sleeping, went to look in the mirror that start this. As he looked at his reflection, he could feel himself start to fade away.
Tanya opened her eyes, have gained the memories of the recent days. Tanya knew that she would never be the same now and she was okay with letting "Matt" drive once in awhile. After all they were the same person just reborn.
Tanya knew she could handle both.
Matt was a part of her, a part of her past life, and she found she liked that part of her. She liked the confidence, the charm, and the charisma that came along with him. She liked the way he made her feel alive, like she could take on the world.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her mind still reeling from the events of the past few days. She knew that Matt would forever be a part of her, and she was okay with that.
As she looked over at Esme, she found herself thankful of Matt. For what he did for both her and the kingdom while he was in control.
She loved that he had brought the two kingdoms together with the treaty. She knew that this would benefit both kingdoms greatly. And she was glad that he had finally confessed her feelings to Esme.
She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Esme in her life. Matt had been right; she did love Esme, and she was grateful that she had the chance to be with her now.
Tanya knew that her mirror would let them switch again if she willed it.
But she didn't feel the need to right now. She was content with the memories of Matt, the confidence he gave her, and the love he had helped her find with Esme.
She turned away from the mirror, her gaze falling on Esme, who was still asleep on the bed. Tanya couldn't help but smile as she watched her. She was grateful for the life she had, for the love she shared with Esme, and for the kingdom she ruled.
*A few months later*
Tanya looked at her mirror and willed the switch once more.
Matt opened Tanya's eyes, having gained the memories of the recent months. He learned the truth of the mirror. The thing that shocked him the most though was why Tanya had switched today, after all it was her and Esme's wedding day.
But her memory showed that she wanted Matt to go as without him, Tanya would never have confessed.
Matt looked down at his dress, a beautiful gown of shimmering silver that complemented his hair. He could feel the weight of the tiara on his head, the cool metal pressing against his forehead. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead.
It was going to be a long one, filled with smiles, laughter, and more than a few tears. He was about to marry Esme and nothing was going to ruin that for him or Tanya.
He walked out of the room, the sound of his heels clicking against the marble floor echoing through the empty hallway.
He made his way to the grand staircase that led down to the main floor of the palace.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft hum of chatter as the servants and guests.
Matt, as Tanya, descended the grand staircase. He could hear the sound of laughter as the guests waited for the other bride.
He stopped in front of the door, knowing Esme was waiting on the other side.
He took a deep breath and opened it, revealing Esme in her wedding gown, a vision of beauty and grace. Her eyes widened as she saw him, and a soft smile spread across her face.
Matt as Tanya walked to the alter, the guests quietly hushed, their eyes fixed on the pair.
The priest stood before them, his voice deep and resonant as he began the ceremony.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of these two souls, who have found in each other a love that transcends time and space."
Esme's hand trembled slightly as Matt took it in his. He gave it a reassuring squeeze, feeling the love and devotion that passed between them.
The ceremony was a blur of words, promises, and exchanged glances. Matt could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
"And now, Queen Tanya, you may place the ring on your bride's finger," the priest said, his voice solemn and reverent.
Matt took the ring from the priest's outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against Esme's as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
"And now, Consort Esme, you may place the ring on your bride's finger," the priest continued, his voice soft and warm.
Esme took the ring from the priest, her eyes never leaving Matt's as she slid it onto his finger.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married," the priest declared, a smile spreading across his face. "You may now kiss your bride."
The guests let out a soft murmur of approval as Matt, as Tanya, leaned in to kiss Esme. It was a soft, gentle kiss, filled with love and promise.
The guests erupted in applause and cheers, the sound filling the grand hall and echoing off the high ceilings. Matt as Tanya pulled back, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he looked into Esme's face.
Esme smiled up at him, her own eyes glistening with happiness and emotion. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with all the love and devotion she felt for him.
Matt, still inhabiting Tanya's body, smiled back, his heart swelling with love for her. "And I love you, Esme," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
He pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling her heart beat against his chest. "I love you more than words can express."
Esme pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd finally say those words to me."
Matt chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I know, my love. I'm sorry it took me so long."
After the wedding celebrations ended, and the guests had retired to their rooms, Matt, still inhabiting Tanya's body, and Esme found themselves alone in the queen's chambers.
"So, did Tanya actually switch to you for the marriage, like she said she would?" Esme asked, a playful smile on her face as she began to undo her wedding dress.
Matt nodded, a soft grin on his face as he began to undress as well. "Yes, she did. I guess she thought it was only fair for me to experience the wedding personal instead of through memories."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth back then. I'm glad Tanya told you about me being the one to actually confess."
Esme shrugged, tossing her gown onto a nearby chair. " It's okay, Matt. I understood why you had to keep your identity a secret. And I'm just glad that you finally told me how she felt."
"I will admit though, when Tanya first told me about you, I was....." Esme paused for a moment to collect her thoughts "I was surprised, to say the least. I mean, to have your past life suddenly take over your current one... it was a lot to process." Esme admitted, her voice soft with the memory of that conversation.
"But now, I have two loves, Tanya and Matt, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Matt, still in Tanya's body, nodded in agreement.
"Did you know that your the more sexual partner?" Esme asked. "Don't get me wrong, I love my time with Tanya but your just ... different. You're more adventurous, more... daring."
Matt, as Tanya, chuckled. "Well, I can't argue with that. But you know, it's not just me. It's also you. You're more... open with me. More willing to take risks."
"You and Tanya are friends turned lovers, while you and me are lovers." Matt said, his voice was filled with amusement.
Esme nodded, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "That's one way to put it. I never thought it that way." Esme admitted, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.
Matt, as Tanya, chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to echo through the chamber. "That's because you've always been such a shy little thing, Esme." He teased, his voice filled with affection. "But with me, you let go of your inhibitions. You embrace your desires."
Esme bit her lip, her eyes darting down to Matt's exposed breasts. "So, Tits, what do you want to do now that we're alone and naked?" she asked, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
Matt, still inhabiting Tanya's body, felt a familiar heat stir within him. He stepped closer to Esme, his eyes locking onto hers. "I think that's something we both know the answer to," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Esme's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire. "And what if I want something else?" she teased, her fingers tracing the line of Matt's collarbone.
Matt smirked, his eyes following the path of her fingers.
"Then by all means, tell me," he challenged, his voice low and enticing.
Esme's fingers traced lower, teasingly circling Matt's nipples. "I want you to make love to me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to show me how you use Tanya's body." Esme said, her voice breathy and eager.
Matt, as Tanya, smiled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with desire. He placed his hands on Esme's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Esme moaned softly, her body pressing against his as she kissed him back with equal passion.
Matt broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He decided to do something he had wished he could see before when he was human. He sat on his stomach on the edge of bed and let his breasts hang freely over the side. He looked over his shoulder at Esme, who was already moaning softly at the sight. Her eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Come here, Esme," he said, his voice low and throaty. "I want you to worship them." Matt murmured, his voice thick with lust.
He watched as Esme eagerly approached him, her body trembling with anticipation. She knelt beside him, her hands gently cupping his breasts, her thumbs brushing against his hardening nipples.
"You're so beautiful Matt ," Esme whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire.
Matt let out a low moan, the sensation of her hands on his body sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat building between his legs, his body responding to her touch.
Esme leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she began to kiss and suck on his nipples. Matt groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she took one of his nipples into her mouth, her tongue swirling and teasing.
He could feel the pleasure radiating through his body, his fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him.
He looked down at Esme, her eyes locked onto his as she worshipped his body. He loved seeing the desire and admiration in her gaze, the way her touch was both reverent and hungry.
"You're so good at that, Esme," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You make me feel so good."
Esme switched to the other nipple, her teeth grazing against him, her hands squeezing and massaging his breasts. "I love how responsive you are, Matt," she whispered, her voice muffled against his skin. "I love seeing you squirm and moan.
It's so fucking hot," Esme murmured, her breath hot against his skin as she continued to lavish attention on his breasts.
Matt, as Tanya, let out a low groan, his hips bucking again as he felt a surge of pleasure shoot straight to his core. He couldn't help but love the way Esme touched him, the way she made him feel desired and wanted. He could feel his desire growing, his body aching for more.
"Esme, I need you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "I need to feel you."
"What do you want, Matt?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you to get the special two sided strap-on," Matt instructed, his voice low and filled with desire. "I want to feel you fucking my tits." Matt said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Esme's spine.
Esme's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. She had never been asked that before, but the thought of it made her body ache with desire. She quickly retrieved the strap-on from the drawer of the nightstand, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Matt, still inhabiting Tanya's body, watched as Esme slowly put on the strap-on, watching as the plastic became flesh.
She turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "You want me to fuck your tits with this?" she asked, her voice thick with arousal.
Matt nodded, his eyes locked onto hers. "Yes, Esme. I want you to fuck my tits with that," he said, his voice a low growl. His was still positioned on his stomach, his breasts hanging over the side of the bed, ready for Esme's attention.
Esme licked her lips, her gaze roaming over Matt's body. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with desire. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of fucking Matt's tits with the strap-on was turning her on like never before. She couldn't wait to see how it would feel, to see how much pleasure she could bring to him.
She walked up to Matt and started to slide her new temporary cock between his breasts, feeling the softness and warmth of his flesh against her.
Matt, as Tanya, let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the sensation of her cock against his body. It was a new feeling, one that he had never experienced before, and it was driving him wild with desire. He could feel his own arousal growing, his body responding to the intimacy of the act.
Esme began to thrust gently, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Matt let out a low groan, the sound of Esme's hips slapping against his body echoing through the chamber. He could feel the heat building between his legs, his own desire growing with each thrust of her hips.
He reached down, his fingers finding his clit, and began to rub in time with her movements. Esme leaned down, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "You like that, don't you, Matt? You like feeling me fuck your tits."
Matt let out a low moan, his body arching up to meet her. I love it. I love feeling you against me, feeling you use my body for your pleasure."
Esme's thrusts became faster, harder, her hips pounding against Matt's body. Her moans filled the room, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then Esme covered Matt's breasts with her cum.
"Esme can you lay on the bed, I'm gonna ride that lovely dick of yours." Matt requested, his voice thick with desire.
Esme quickly complied and lay on her back, her cock still glistening with her release. Matt climbed on top of her, positioning himself so that he could impale himself on her. He slowly lowered himself, feeling the heat of Esme's cock as it slipped inside him. He let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation.
"Fuck, Esme. You feel so good," he murmured, his hips beginning to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Esme moaned in agreement, her hands gripping Matt's hips as he rode her.
"You feel so fucking tight, Matt," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I love feeling you around me."
Matt leaned forward, his hair cascading around them like a silver curtain. He captured Esme's mouth in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling and exploring. Esme's hands roamed over Matt's body, her fingers tracing the curves of his breasts, the softness of his skin.
"God, Tanya... I mean, Matt," she panted, "you feel so amazing. I could come just from the feel of you."
Matt chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Not yet, darling.
I want us both to come together," Matt murmured against Esme's lips, his hips picking up a steady, driving rhythm. He could feel the tension building within him, the pleasure coiling tight in his core. He wanted to unravel with Esme, to come undone together.
Esme's fingers tightened on his hips, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Together then, my love. I want to feel you come with me, inside me," she whispered, her voice thick with need.
The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the whispered sighs and moans of ecstasy.
Matt, as Tanya, felt every inch of Esme inside him, her cock filling him completely, the sensation pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Esme's fingers dug into the soft flesh of his hips, her grip tightening as her body began to tense, her orgasm building like a storm. Matt could feel it too, the heat and pressure building within him, his body responding to the pleasure and desire coursing through him.
"Esme, I'm so close," Matt groaned, his voice ragged and desperate. "I need you to come with me."
Esme nodded, her eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Together, then. I'm so close, Matt. Let's come together."
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their hips meeting with each thrust, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air. Matt could feel the pleasure building within him, his body tensing as his orgasm approached.
"Esme, I'm going to come," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Come with me, my love."
And as Matt came, he felt his womb get painted.
And then he collapsed on top of esme.
They laid there together, panting, sweating and smiling. After a few minutes past, Matt looked into Esme's eyes and said. "I love you. I love you so much." And the he fell asleep.
Esme laid there, her body still tingling with the remnants of their shared orgasm, a smile playing on her lips. She loved how Matt made love to her, his touch firm and confident, his movements passionate and deliberate. She loved how he made her feel desired, cherished, and worshipped.
She loved how he was both dominant and submissive, how he knew when to take control and when to yield. And she loved how he knew her body so well, how he knew exactly how to touch her, how to kiss her, how to move with her. She loved how he made her feel like a goddess, like the most beautiful woman in the world.
The next morning, Esme woke up first. She got out of bed, removed the strap on and went into the bath. A moment later Matt woke and went to the mirror and said "Thank you Tanya" before willing her back.
Esme came out of the bath and found Tanya sitting by the window, her hair still a mess.
"You look tired, love," Esme said, padding over to her and running a hand through her silver tresses.
Tanya looked up at her, a small smile playing on her lips. "I am. After all, you and Matt weren't exectally gentle last night." She teased, her voice soft and affectionate.
"But it was worth every bit of the soreness, wasn't it?"
Tanya chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, it was. I've never experienced anything quite like that before."
Esme leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Tanya's forehead. "I'm glad. And I'm glad that you let Matt take the reins last night. He has a... unique perspective on things."
Tanya nodded, her smile softening. "He does. And I'm grateful for that."
Then Tanya lowered her hand above her womb and smiled.
"He left something behind, though. A little reminder of the night we shared."
Esme's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly placed a hand over her own womb. "You mean....?"
Tanya nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes, it seems that the temporary cock you had because of the special strap on, has impregnated me." Tanya said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Esme's eyes widened even further, and she let out a soft gasp. "I... I can't believe it. I've never heard of anything like this happening before," she stammered, her mind racing with the implications of this new development.
"Matt knew I wanted a child, he must have used some magic to make that strap on work like a real cock for last night." Tanya said, her eyes filled with wonder.
Esme looked at her, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We're going to have a baby?"
Tanya nodded, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Yes, my love. We are going to have a baby."
Esme threw her arms around Tanya, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks. "I can't believe it. I'm going to be a mother," she sobbed, her body shaking with emotion.
Tanya held her close, her heart swelling with love and happiness.
Tanya grabbed Esme's hand and went to the mirror, "Thank you Matt." she said.