The walls of her cunt convulsed. Yes. That had been it. She’d seen it then. Known what the Collared Queen had wanted. She’d wanted her to fight. To resist. Resist, and in the end, surrender.
What was that? Arana jerked up her head. Air wafted against her hypersensitive flesh making her quiver and gasp. Footsteps crossed the floor. Something grabbed her arms. She cried out! The simple touch electric across her tried nerves. A sudden stab of pleasure deep in her cunt made her gasp and go limp, quivering as her ankles were unbound. She was slung over a broad shoulder, and carried away.
Every step of her captor made the thing inside her stab into her with awful pleasure. She lay limp across its broad back, whimpering and moaning.
She felt the temperature of the room change, and she was elsewhere now. Someone else was gasping. Moaning with pleasure. She tried to listen more, but whoever carried her unslung her from their shoulders. Her arms were pinned above her head, their shackle attached somewhere above. Her toes just touched the ground.
For a moment she stood there, trembling as she listened to the keening gasping of a woman. Her hearing, made acute in the absence of sound for so long, heard the wet smack of hips against hips. Arana swallowed thickly, yearning towards the sound in sympathetic pleasure as the bead within her throbbed.
“Take it off.”
Her blindfold was removed. Arana gasped as the dusky light stabbed her eyes, then faded.
She was in a large room. Once the great hall of some lord, now fallen into far more debauched hands. The walls were strung with banners of silk that hung low like tempting curtains into alcoves. The floor was draped in a rich carpet which led to a dais at the end of the hall. There were piled mounds of gold and scarlet cushions into a throne of opulent wealth.
A cry of despair was wrenched from her. Arana saw who lay upon the throne. Sprawled lazily, propped up by the pillows, lay the Collared Queen. Her golden eyes were lidded with dull amusement, and relentlessly fucking herself against the metallic cock rising from the slaver’s hips, was the princess.
“N-nooo,” Arana groaned as she watched her charge willingly fuck herself atop her conqueror.
You laugh to see Arana’s despair. Running a hand through the princess’s hair, the girl leans towards your touch. Dressed in nothing more than a silk strip which bounces on her breasts as she fucks herself, the princess giggles and sighs, gasps and moan as your new-grown metal crock twists inside her.
But you finish with the princess. You touch her shoulder and obediently the girl pauses. Her doe eyes beg you for more but obediently she unsheathes herself from your cock and kneels at your side.
You stand, twisting to your feet with the liquid grace of a cat. The princess stares at her former protector, hanging from the ceiling with a dull eyed awareness.
“Did you enjoy our little scene?” you ask Arana, smiling cruelly. Your fingers lace in the princess’s hair, and she purrs, embracing your leg and gazing up at you with eyes of slavish devotion.
“M-monster!” Arana gasps, her flesh quivering with warring passions of lust and hate.
“I am. I do not deny it,” you say. “I am exactly as I appear to be. And what are you, knight? You’re naked and quivering with lust. Stripped of your armor, strapped to the ceiling, helpless. Why, that’s not a knight at all. Do you know what that is?” Your grin turns malicious. “A slut!”
“I…I am not!” Arana gasps. Her hips suddenly twitch forward. Her head jerks back, eyes flying open as the thing within her stabs her body with a sudden bolt of pleasure.
“Oh, really?” you say. Your hand touches the empty socket at the top of your breasts. The mimic’s eye currently deep within the knight. You saunter forward, raising a hand and pinching one of Arana’s nipples. The knight gasps, thrusting out her breasts in a desperate desire for contact. You grab her breasts, mauling the soft flesh, paying particular attention to her torrid nipples. “And what about this? I know you love it.”
“N-no!” Arana gasps.
“No?” You draw back your hands. A sound of protest rises unbidden from the knight’s plump and tender lips. “Then, I suppose you need something else.”
Still smiling, you turn to the princess and beckon her over. Unable to understand, Arana’s eyes, hazed with pleasure, watch the princess rise and walk with rolling hips towards you. “A knight,” you whisper into Arana’s ears, “would never cum from being licked by her charge.”
Horror widens the knight’s eyes. She tries to jerk away but your hold her in place as the princess kneels before her. “Don’t worry Arana,” the girl says, smiling up at her once protector. “I will make it feel so good.”
“No-ah!” Arana jerks as the princess buries her tongue deep inside the knight. You grin, enjoying the show. You’ve personally trained the princess for this, and she is one of the best you’ve had. So eager. So malleable. She’ll make a fine brood mother to some monster.
Arana tries to jerk away but the princess grabs her buttocks in both hands and holds her steady. The knight groans, pleasure exploding through her as the girl below finds her throbbing clit. “N-no! No! Ah!”
Arana jerks forward as wonderful agony blazes across her back. She twists round her head to see you draw back a whip once more and lash her back. The knights screams, but even with her skin tuned to desperate sensitivity by days of pleasured denial, the lips of the princess so lovingly lapping at her cunt, and the sweet torment of the lash, still she cannot cum.
“Beg for it,” you exult, marking her pale flesh with another stripe of red. “Beg me to cum!”
“Ah! Ohhhh!”
“Do it!”
“Yes!” Arana screams at last. She bucks, burying the princess’s face in her cunt. “Fuck! Yes! Let me cum! Please! Oh gods! Mistress! Let me cum!”
“What are you?” you cry, striking her again with your whip.
“Ahhh!” Arana screams. “A slut! Your slut!”
“Then cum!”
Her orgasm is like an explosion. Her days of denial and the warring pleasure burn through the knight like a white hot fire. She screams, tensing, holding herself contorted by her toned muscles as she cums on the tongue of her princess. The terrible throb deep within her peaks, and explosions of pleasure thunder behind her eyes.
Her twitching flesh begins to slowly calm as she comes down from her orgasm. Weak as a baby, the knight rides the princess’s tongue down. You unhook her arms from the ceiling and lower her to the floor. Arana lies limp before you, her princess kneeling beside her.
You push forward your foot. “Lick.”
Without a word of protest Arana leans forward and bathes your toes with her tongue. Beside her, the princess does the same to your other foot. Your sigh quivers with the exultant satisfaction of conquest. In a cloud of pleasure Arana is carried to the throne of cushions and laid beside you. Without being bid, the knight leans over and sucks at the rings of nipples which jut from your breastplate. On the other side, the princess does the same.
“Hmmm,” you murmur. “I may just need to keep you two.”
“Yes,” the two echo. “Mistress.”
Laughing with cruel delight, you draw them against you, their warm flesh quivering at your touch, you grasp a handful of their bums, your fingers teasing those inner holes. Smiling at the ceiling, surrounded by the obedient daughter of kings and her loving guard, your thoughts turn from them, already considering what new tortures to inflict on whoever you capture next. Thoughts of your mother and sister have been long burned away by the mimic and the dark pleasures you wallow within. There is no more Penelope Helsdottir. There's only the Collared Queen. Raider. Slaver.
And it’s good to be the Queen.
BAD END
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Journey with Alyssa and Orsen back to Akrane
“We will go with Orsen,” you say firmly to Alyssa.
To your surprise, the succubus shrugs. “Very well, I have always wanted to see the capital of Heimsvak.”
“Of course,” Alyssa asks. “I am from the abyss, not from Ctharne. There are paths to all of the lands of this world and many others. But I have never visited Akrane. I hear there are many humans there.”
“Almost a million,” you say. “Plenty of souls for you to corrupt, Alyssa. But you need to be on your best behavior.”
“Be on your best behavior on my ship as well,” says Orsen.
“Mmmm.” Alyssa looks him over like a piece of meat. “Only if Penelope wants that.”
“Best behavior you say,” and give her a pat on her shapely bottom. “And you might want to minimize your… characteristics.”
The transformation only takes a moment. She even shakes her head and her lavender hair shifts to blonde as if a curtain is dropping down over her shoulders. “Better?”
“For these purposes, yes,” you say. Orsen helps you both up a rope ladder onto his small ship, where you find several women and three men cowering in fear. They are polite to you and relieved as Orsen finally raises the anchor and sets off on the voyage.
“You may have my cabin tonight,” he says. “The de… your friend may sleep on the deck.”
Alyssa begins to angrily retort, but you stop her with a hand on her hip. “She will sleep with me, in your cabin. We are lovers.”
Orsen chuckles and shakes his head. “Strange company you keep for a monster huntress.”
The Zephyr’s escape from Ctharne is not easy. The seas rise as if they wish to smash the small vessel on the rocks, requiring Orsen to constantly, sometimes desperately, adjust the cut of his sails. Fortunately, two of the men rescued were fishermen and prove to be able-bodied and happy to assist Orsen. By nightfall, another storm is lashing the island, but that is behind you and there are smooth seas ahead.
You pass the time on the voyage describing Akrane to Alyssa, answering her questions about life in a major human city, and having absolutely depraved sex with the succubus. Her kiss is as addicting as the moment you met, her tongue as demonically talented, and her cock, when you crave it, stands to attention and satisfies your every urge.
Early on the morning of your third day at sea, you climb up on the deck and find Orsen alone in the wheelhouse of the Zephyr. He is nearly asleep, but gives you a weary smile. Your hair stirs in the cool ocean air as you join him in the small wheelhouse.
“I have steered us for Astrokol,” says Orsen, referring to a port known for trading coal with faraway lands. “The winds favor the northerly course and we will arrive there a day sooner than anywhere else, by my best reckoning.”
You place your hand on his atop the wheel. He looks into your eyes, the first light of dawn breaking golden through the glass panes of the wheelhouse.
“I saw Astrokol once as a girl,” you say, watching the prow of Zephyr rise and crest over a wave before dropping gently into a shallow trough. “The coal cranes reminded me of iron skeletons. I was very afraid. My sister… she loved it…”
“I am sorry about her,” says Orsen.
You bite back more emotion and nod your thanks, trying to pretend the wind is the cause of the tears that gather in your eyes. Another silence settles over the swaying ship. Orsen decides to break it.
“I have to be honest, I was disappointed to see you had taken a lover,” he says. “I do not judge you for succumbing to the wiles of such a beautiful—“
“Succumbing?” You say and squint at him. “I did not succumb to Alyssa’s charms, I found an ally who helped me in my journey across the island and we became intimate.”
“Apologies,” he says, offering a hand of surrender. “I only meant that she is very beautiful, I see how you would find an attraction. Adversity often turns companions into lovers.”
“So you are jealous of her?” You are amused by the thought. Orsen has helped you and he is quite handsome. “Shall I tell her that? Go down to your quarters and have a talk?”
“N-no,” he says, seeming as if he would back away from you if he could leave the ship’s wheel.
“Mmmmm.” You look him over, imagining what he would look like sandwiched between you and Alyssa. “Have one of your fisherman friends take the wheel. Come down to your cabin.”
“What? Why would I do that?” He asks, but you giving him a mysterious look and walk downstairs.
Alyssa is lounging on the bed, reading through your family’s book, when you enter the room. She lifts her head languidly from the pillow and motions you towards her. “This thing, a hecademon, doesn’t actually exist. I think you have confused with the a pescodemon, which live in the rivers of—“
You slam the book shut and she looks up at you with surprise.
“Orsen is coming down here and we are going to fuck the daylights out of him,” you say, pushing her playfully back on the bed. You straddle her and she rests her hands on your hips. You begin wiggling and riding atop her as if her cock is buried deep in your clutching cunt. “Ohhhh, yes, Orsen. Fuck meeee!”
“He is quite handsome,” she says, giving your bottom a swat. “Very well. I am feeling a bit peckish. May I feed from him?”
“If he gives you permission,” you say, leaning over and kissing her softly. “Not much though, Alyssa. We need him to steer our ship.”
You do not have much to wear to entice Orsen. Even your freshly-washed clothes are salty from the seawater you used to clean them. Alyssa, by comparison, looks exquisitely beautiful in lavender lace that cups her breasts and sheathes her shapely bottom. She wears tight stockings up to her thighs that pinch her ample flesh. She allows her hair to return to lavender, but is otherwise in her human guise as she poses invitingly on the bed.
Seeing her looking so beautiful causes you to give up on your efforts to wear your salt-stained bodice. You simply strip off your clothes and wait in the nude for Orsen’s arrival.
“Don’t look glum,” says Alyssa, reaching out to crawl her sharp nails up your back. “He is a sailor. They’ll sleep with a mermaid. Have you ever seen a mermaid?”
“Not attractive?” You ask.
“Imagine an octopus crossed with a human crossed with seaweed,” she says.
“I’ll choose to take that as a compliment,” you say. She sits up behind you, leaning her lace-cupped breasts against your shoulders and toying with your hair and neck. She is planting gentle kisses on your shoulder when there is a knock at the door.
His eyes are wide as you open the door and expose your naked body to him. He admires your breasts, his mouth hanging agape, his gaze roaming down to your hips and your brown-tufted quim. Alyssa presses beside you, presenting her luscious curves and elegant lingerie.
“Gods,” says Orsen. A grin spreads across his face. “Goddesses. Oh my, two goddesses.”
His kisses are hungry, his hands are eager, and his cock is at full attention. Alyssa shares a passionate kiss with Orsen as you drop to a crouch and untie his trousers. His tan cock springs free and you begin to enthusiastically suck at his hardness. He is still smacking his lips and moaning when you feel his cock twitch and begin to spurt his seed across your tongue.
“Mmmmmm!” You cry, sucking him, but surprised by his sudden eruption.
“Ohhh, gods,” he moans against Alyssa’s kiss. “I have been storing it for days. Oh, I am sorry… it’s too good… you’re both so beautiful.”
Alyssa crouches beside you and helps you finish off the handsome captain’s cock. You both look up at him, running your tongues over his cockhead and sharing the salty flavor of his seed. Alyssa’s talented tongue and expert lips coax him back to full hardness almost without pause.
“I owe you both my hospitality in return,” says Orsen, helping you each onto his bed. “Please, lie back and I will show you what I have learned in the finest brothels of Heimsvak.”
“How to lose his coin, I imagine,” chuckles Alyssa.
You lie on the bed beside her, your backs upright against the h
eadboard and your legs overlapping and spread for Orsen to see your swollen cunts. He takes in the sight of your dewy pussies with obvious excitement and climbs onto the bed, crawling between your legs first. His hand spreads your hot folds and his tongue assaults your throbbing bud with relish.
“Suck it,” hisses Alyssa, pushing Orsen’s head down on your quim. “Suck her clit and flick it with your tongue.”
“Mmmmmm!” Orsen obeys her, slurping at your folds and sucking at your clit. His tongue beats against your button, driving pleasure through your body. Alyssa strokes your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples as she leans down and laps a slowly circle around one pink bud and then the other. Her hot mouth completely engulfing one of your nipples, combined with Orsen’s diligent licking, is enough to send you crashing over the edge.
“AAahhhhhhhh! Yessssss! I’m cumming!” You cry, bucking your hips and thrusting against Orsen’s tongue. Alyssa pops her lips free of your nipple and kisses your gasping mouth. She takes a taste of your essence, seasoning your pleasure with hot, swirling throbs of ecstasy.
You recover from your peak, laughing at the sheer pleasure of experiencing two lovers at the same time. Particularly when one of them is a succubus. Orsen rises atop you and you share a long kiss with him, tasting your own juices on his lips.
“I think it’s time for Alyssa to share in the pleasure,” you say, turning Orsen’s gaze on the gorgeous succubus and her heaving breasts.
“Mmm, you might be right,” he says, though his hand caresses your bottom as you turn onto your hands and knees.
Alyssa wiggles her fingers and her lavender lace dissipates like smoke. She reclines on the bed, parting her shapely thighs and running her hands from her breasts down to her delicate, blushing cunt.
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