Morning.

Long ears twitched at the footsteps in the corridor. The maid. Apparently it's time to get up, thought the girl.

- Little lady, wake up. - From the threshold, just opening the doors, the girl’s personal maid began to chatter merrily. - Today is a significant day, you must be inimitable. This holiday happens only once in a lifetime, your coming of age! I will do my best to sparkle like a diamond tonight.

“I'm not small, only a year younger than you,” the girl pouted, “this is my mother's elven blood.” You would know how much of her problems. - Sad sigh.

- My uncle is the regent for 17 years since the death of his father, and I clearly remember how my father taught me to ride horses. Do you think I'm glad so much time to be a sort of toy, which everyone brag about? “The angularly thrown blanket was now lying on the floor, and the girl ... no, now it was clear that this was a young girl. Small in comparison with the maid, height, thin as a reed, body, pointed ears, long golden hair, doll face, one and a half breast size, smooth bending of the hips. Twenty-five years later she will become a beautiful woman, and now she’s just the beginning of her long journey.

- I read the entire library, my stock of knowledge exceeds everything that can be found in the empty logs, replacing the heads, of the whole castle. And still, everyone treats me like a beautiful statuette - brush away the dust, show a friend, put in a drawer. Furious! Infuriates! “A couple of minutes later, the girl was tired of kicking a blanket that was already curled up from her rage and half disappeared under the bed.”

- Uncle pulls the time as it may, the old hog, insisted on the elven way of recognizing the age of majority, and for this you need a flower of life. It took two whole months to bring it. Two months! To the capital with the elven embassy week! But today everything will finally be over. - And the calming girl went to the bathroom for water procedures.

Day.

Things did not go as expected. Uncle, instead of worrying, was joking and was clearly tipsy. And that scared her, because she did not understand the reasons. Having pulled out a piece of time, she managed to look into the library again. Leafing through the old, yellowed pages of the book, she once again ran her eyes over the description of the ritual, feeling out of the wrong side of the mind.

So ... The bud of the ritual plant ... The elf will voluntarily spill the water of fertility ... The pollen of a blooming flower will bless ... If you collect all the meaning from several pages of allegories, you get these three lines. But somewhere there should be a hint, what my uncle hopes for, I do not believe that he accepted the loss of power, which is now concentrated in his hands. Twisted in my thoughts, I let events pass by myself. Trying on underwear and dresses, creating exquisite hairstyles, only his uncle's passing visit awakened me from thoughts when he came to inspect my appearance. Nodding in satisfaction, he left, reminding that it was almost time for the guests to come.

Evening.

The tall, artfully decorated doors leading into the reception hall swung open to me. The huge, richly decorated room, with full-sized stained glass windows leading to the balconies, designed for hundreds of people, seemed empty. Only a half dozen people were present, among whom she recognized the count vassals. The heads of the younger genera stood near a high, above her belt, metal vase of an oddly curved shape. Proudly raising her head, not showing her excitement, the girl approached sedately. In fact, she simply could not walk faster, because on sensations, the light dress, which remotely resembled a ballroom, was kept on parole, and under it were only panties a corset and stockings with garters.She already regretted that she got lost in her thoughts when she was dressed. Surely her uncle wanted to disgrace her in front of everyone, presenting her as unworthy of the title of count, because her mother was only a mistress, not a wife, and therefore her position was somewhat unstable. But discarding these thoughts, she looked at the vase, from which there was only one tendril coiled like an ivy.

- Where is the watering can and water? - Proudly and with dignity asked the girl. Those present smiled strangely.

- Your future highness, according to the ritual described in the book, which you undoubtedly read, it is written that this should be your fertility water. - The smiles of those around have become even wider. - You also probably read the anatomical reference book, I think now your sharp mind can understand the task set?

Her legs barely held her back. How she could not understand this earlier, the fertility of people, elves and many other living creatures was in the ability of procreation. And now she is being asked for the impossible. A drop of liquid from her womb should fall on a plant in a huge vase, on which she will have to climb and not fall. Now the shape of the vessel is clear, there are simply no ledges to which you can become.

They beat her. Either she stops the ritual, recognizing herself a child for five long years, or she climbs a vase and publicly stimulates her intimate areas. And even if she leaves now, in five years the situation will repeat. That is, there is no choice in her if she wants to take power from the hands of others. The girl made a decision. She put her thin graceful hands on the rim of the vase trying on. Bounce. And loosened fasteners do not stand up, the dress begins to slip. Exposing bare shoulders, an elastic breast, whose size was visually increased by supporting it, but not hiding, a corset. Now she was sitting on the throat of a vase, the rim of which unpleasantly dug into her hips and, like a poppy, ala, pressed her breasts with her hands, not allowing them to be seen by the men around her. Quiet vulgar jokes in the back rows were screwed into her sharp ears, forcing the blush even harder. The dress that was now hanging on her hips blocked the vase's throat, forcing the girl to get rid of it.

Burning with shame, she still allowed the dorks around to admire her breasts, hurrying as quickly as possible to remove the interfering fabric from under her. Quiet giggles were infuriating, forcing nervously tugging at the fabric with more and more force, which led to sad consequences. With a loud squeak, she began to fall back, losing her balance. Already closing her eyes and waiting for a blow on the floor, she realized that she had been caught. And it was her uncle. One movement, he tore off the remnants of her dress, leaving her almost naked, stockings and an open corset could not be considered clothing. Only cute panties with a flirty bow in front, covered the innermost, but at the same time revealing a stunning view of her ass, passing only a thin thread between the buttocks.

Uninvited tears of humiliation sparkled in brilliant streams from the corners of his eyes. The girl’s face still retained an expression of pride and dignity that they were now trampled into weightless dust. She could only not stop, otherwise everything was in vain. Having spat on the vassals, that they had already narrowed the circle as far as possible, that they would devour every part of her body with their greedy looks. The girl jumped again on the uncomfortable neck of a metal vase. Closing her eyes so as not to see the nasty faces around, she put her hand in her panties, beginning to slowly stroke her crack. But nervous tension ruined all undertakings that could end the torture that her relative invented.

A quiet whisper over her ear made her shudder.

- Take a sip, it will help you calm down. - And the mouth of the flask was pocketed. A pleasant herbal smell tickled his nose. The insistence that she was offered, by the scent alone, allowed her to escape from the nightmare that was happening to her. And she took a sip. Pleasant, with a slight bitterness taste, almost instantly weakened the tense strings of nerves, allowing her to focus on the important.Thin finger, which previously caused friction with its frustration, now gently slid over the tender lips. The girl presented herself in an empty garden, having renounced reality. Here she found ...