by Prax Venter
Vale's mother let out a surprised, “Ah!” and then clamped her mouth shut, holding her breath. He could feel the muscles in her pussy start to spasm on his stiff cock, and he knew he had her.
Queen Vicera's head snapped forward and looked Mark deep in his eyes. She was in shock. He switched nipples and tightly squeezed her clit. Her pure white eyebrows shot to the top of her head. She let out the breath she had been holding, and Mark could feel her pussy make a fist on his dick.
It was time.
He reached out into the universe for all the power he could muster. He was going to silence all doubt about his fitness by making her scream uncontrollably. He closed his eyes and focused the remaining energy of his heal directly on the g-spot he discovered, all at once. Simultaneously, Mark poured the most aggressive pleasure enhancement he could into the engorged and sensitive nerves of her clitoris.
Her body started spasming, and the tip of her tail began to wrap around his waist slowly. It felt like she was unconsciously grasping this unfathomable source of pleasure hammering into her and started to squeeze him a little too tightly.
He ignored her constricting tail, continuing to ram his cock into her sopping wet pussy, and she finally found the breath to scream. Her deep voice echoed around her private quarters, and Mark hoped that Senjin was far away.
The queen started to gargle her own saliva as she lost motor control, but Mark didn't stop. He pushed her right to the brink of blacking out and then slowed his thrusts.
Her hot wet pussy clenching on his hard dick felt incredible, but he had been so focused on her pleasure he forgot to cum. He couldn't transfer any essence to her anyway. He figured it was probably best that he didn't presume to shoot his load inside Vale's mother. Besides, he knew that by outlasting her like this, he had won a battle.
He slowed to a stop, allowing the giant naga queen a moment to catch her breath, a constant, low “Mmm,” noise came from her lips.
Mark just sat there, his dick deep inside her, motionless, and his balls smashed into her wet pussy, waiting for her to look at him. When she did, he pulled out in one slow motion, causing her to moan again, her eyelids fluttering.
“And that was without transferring any essence. I'm told it heightens the experience.”
She swallowed and cleared her throat. “You... flames below, I...”
“I know, I've heard it all before,” he teased.
Her face darkened slightly as the queen regained some of her composure. He felt her muscular snake tail wrap around his legs, and then his arms. He was held utterly helpless by her. Mark looked down and noticed that his stiff cock, covered in her sticky cum, was poking out between her coils.
She got the same look in her eye that he saw Vale had before when he let her use him as she wanted.
“Well, Collector. That was very nice. But I can't have you leave with the upper hand.” She positioned her face so she could slurp his stiff cock into her hot mouth. Mark could only watch as he saw her gobble up his dick. She used her long, deft naga tongue to jerk him off and give him a blowjob at the same time, all while cleaning her cum off of his dick.
Then she did something he didn't expect. She laid her head down on the pillows and lifted him up in the air. He was held horizontal and paralyzed, his dick pointing down. She used her incredibly strong tail to raise and lower his whole body while she slurped up onto his cock.
She folded her arms behind her head as she leisurely sucked on him. Mark just closed his eyes and took his turn to enjoy the ride. It didn't take too long before he pumped the queen's mouth full of semen. He grunted, shivering with the forced orgasm as she sucked every last bit of his cum out of his dick, and yet continued to suck on him.
After she had milked him beyond dry, she put him down on his feet and uncoiled her tail. She licked her lips and just stared at him for a moment.
“Mark, I approve of Vale's enthrallment to you. I finally understand why she wanted to find someone like you so bad in the first place.”
He almost said something to the effect of, “there is no one like me”, but thought better of it and just bowed deeply.
“I am glad to be of service, your grace.”
- 3 -
Mark was the last to wake up the next morning. After pleasuring the queen, he had his own Enthralled to attend to. They had each taken a turn alone with him, and afterward he passed out almost immediately. Their quarters in the naga keep was lavish, but he was surprised to learn the bed was just one big pillow.
Vale came back into the room as he was waking up. She had left them to spend the night in her own bed, for old times sake, while Mark, Ahnix and Roo slept together.
“Good morning everyone,” his giant naga said with a cheery smile. “We have been invited by the queen to have breakfast and discuss our plans.” She was wrapped in black silks and a shining silver skirt. Her long, pure white hair had been put up into a bun, held in place with two, silver rods. With her hair up, Mark could really see how angular and sharp her features were. Her long, pointed ears held new piercings, too. A rainbow's worth of gemstone studs had replaced the silver hoops.
Mark just sat on the bed, blinking at her.
Vale put one hand on her round hip and wrinkled her nose with a grin. “Come on, master. Stop gawking and get ready.”
“Sorry, Vale. You're just so damned beautiful,” he said, scooting off the bed.
Roo walked over to Vale and looked up into her face, admiring the jewels in her long, elfish ears.
“I think I want to pierce something.”
Ahnix snorted. “You pierce something with every attack, Roo.”
Mark took only a moment to splash some water on his face and then they all followed Vale into a great hall with a long table. The queen, Senjin, Jord and two, strange naga women were already positioned around the table. Mark noticed three chairs lined up on one side, and since he had yet to see one chair in the whole Siv'Shyra Empire, he assumed they were meant for him and his legged Enthralled.
“Good day to you Mark. And to you as well, Ahnix and Roo. Please have a seat.”
They all bowed, nodded or curtsied and took their seats at the table, Mark taking the middle chair.
The queen continued. “Joining us are Cerna and Liv. They help run the affairs of the kingdom. Senjin, and Jord, you already know.”
Mark nodded to each of the naga women as they were introduced. They both had white hair, dark skin and white scales. Mark wondered if they were related to the royal family.
“Ah,” Queen Vicera said, as the food was brought in. A half-dozen green scaled naga, carrying mountainous platters of fruit, smoked meats and cheeses swarmed the table. While the servants deposited the delectable dishes, something about the color coordination began to bother him. The servants passed by the blue scaled guards to either side of the door, standing at attention- and then it clicked.
Every warrior had blue scales, including Senjin. The first servants he saw all had green scales. The queen, Vale and the two administrative naga sitting at the table with them had white scales. That left Jord and the ancient blacksmith with red. Mark was starting to wonder if they had some kind of racial class system going on here.
He felt Ahnix's hand on his leg under the table and realized that she must have been picking up on his mild concern. He patted her hand and put the naga racial question out of his mind for another time.
The naga called Liv piled grapefruit sized strawberries onto her plate and looked at Mark with azure eyes.
“I went down to the abandoned section of the keep this morning, and I am truly impressed by your ability, Mark.”
“Simply astounding,” said the naga called Cerna, pulling smoked fish onto her plate. “The ramifications for the empire and the rest of the world are beyond calculation.”
“Can you heal tears by yourself, Princess Vale? Do you need the Collector?” the old scholar asked through a mouthful cheese, and Senjin shook his head.
The war master looked towards Mark, “Before anyone gets
the wrong idea- The general public thinks the princess has been on a top secret mission for the last few weeks. They obviously couldn't know she simply ran away from home to seek adventure.”
Vale's dusky cheeks flushed and was about to speak, but Senjin held up one of his large hands and continued, “What's done is done. During our council session this morning we were discussing the events of the previous evening. We came up with a strategy that will strengthen the empire, explain your absence, and send waves of influence throughout the land.”
Vale narrowed her eyes. “We already have a difficult task ahead of us and time is not on our side. What is it you propose, war master?”
Cerna was the one to respond, “Princess, you know the small tear in the Red Quadrant? It's by Nimah Artisan Tower. We want to stage an event where you close the tear in font of as my witnesses as possible. We'll say your disappearance was all according to plan, and after the event, you will be leading a group of specialists to restore the Crystal Heart.”
Queen Vicera had been quiet this whole time, nibbling on fruit and watching Mark.
Silence reigned as everyone considered what was asked. Mark wasn't even sure Vale could close a tear by herself but felt like it would probably work. He didn't really care if the naga empire claimed the fame for saving the world. He wasn't in this for renown.
“I'll do it under three conditions.” Vale said, at last. “One, Mark, Ahnix and Roo have to all agree.” Her violet eyes turned down the table at her comrades.
Mark took a moment to think before responding. “I'm fine with putting on the show as long as after we leave we are free to operate as we see fit. No checking in or following further orders.”
Everyone turned to Ahnix who simply nodded her head once.
“I can't wait to see more of your beautiful Empire, I'm in.” Roo said, looking around the table.
The queen smiled and finally spoke, “This is all acceptable. Vale, what else?”
“All land falling within the Vortanis Desert to the west shall be recognized as the Royal domain of the Queen Regent Ahnix and recorded officially in all Empire documents.”
Vale's mother just blinked at his. Mark felt a smile growing on his lips, and Ahnix just sat motionless, her head turned toward Vale.
Cerna spoke first, “You want us to make her a queen and grant her lands?”
“She's already queen of that desert,” Mark said, helping himself to some of the delicious smelling smoked fish. “You'd just be making it official.”
Queen Vicera studied the regal cat-girl, and both of them locked eyes.
“Do you have any claim- any previous history in this desolate territory?” Vale's mother asked.
“I was enthralled to Prince Xev Amenophis and part of the royal court for many years.”
“He was son of Pharaoh Laxos Amenophis,” Jord said, looking at Ahnix with renewed interest. “That was hundreds of years ago, before the nation was wiped out after the cataclysm.” He turned his head to Queen Vicera. “I'm fairly certain I could corroborate her placement within the royal court by going through some of our archives.”
Vale's mother sighed. “We cannot make other nations recognize this claim, but if we can find documents linking you in any way to the royal bloodline of these extinct people, it shall be so.” She looked around the table, gathering everyone's attention. In a louder voice she continued, “From this day forward I, Regent Queen Vicera of the Siv'Shyra Empire, recognize Ahnix ruler and queen, granting all territorial claims to every grain of sand within the Vortanis Desert.”
Roo started clapping her soft hands excitedly while everyone just stared at Ahnix. Mark squeezed her furry thigh under the table and shot a look at Vale. He expected her to be grinning too, but her jaw was beset with determination as she remain focused on her mother.
“And your final demand, my daughter?”
“The Star Scale Circlet.”
Senjin shook his head and crossed his thickly muscled arms. “That sacred artifact has been under glass for generations. What makes you think you deserve to wear it, my student?”
“What use is it sitting under glass? If there was ever a right time to pull the circlet out of the vault and put it's power to use, that time is now. We are fighting to heal the world.” Vale looked around the table. “There is no guarantee we will succeed, but this will greatly increase our chances.”
Cerna pressed her lips tight and looked at Queen Vicera. “Your grace, if the Princess deployed the Star Scale Circlet during our little display... the commoners would go crazy. Word would spread like wildfire and further legitimize our narrative.”
Senjin shook his head again. “We are in the middle of our campaign with the Magi Clan. If one of the generals-”
“I don't believe for a second that you'd ever pull the circlet out of the vault for use against those barbarians,” Vale's mother interrupted. “I understand the historical weight on the artifact, but some very good points have been made. It belongs with my daughter.” Queen Vicera ended the conversation by pulling a plate of cheese closer to her and popping a few cubes in her mouth. The group ate in silence, processing everything that had just transpired. Mark really wanted to know what this Circlet was all about but bringing it up again now seemed like a mistake. He assumed it was some type of epic, magic headgear. He looked over to the black key Roo had secured to her neck. That artifact had been very powerful indeed.
The queen had just washed down her breakfast with a long pull from a glass of white wine and looked up at her daughter.
“Now that matters of state have been concluded. Vale, tell me how you and Mark met.”
Vale started from the beginning and didn't stop until she ended with the defeat of the dragon in Sizor's Pit. When it was over Jord asked Ahnix nicely for a teleport demonstration and even used the words 'your grace'. She obliged by instantly appearing behind the old scholar and making a kissing noise by his ear. He was delighted.
The conversation turned to the ongoing war with the Magi Clan who had been capturing and holding important religious sites from the naga. Vale asked a lot of questions about troop placement and other strategies to root them out. Mark quickly lost interest. Instead, his thoughts explored what Ahnix might do to Vale for demanding her to be legitimately recognized as a queen.
After breakfast, word was sent throughout the capital city of the naga empire that Princess Vale was going to close a tear that evening. They had a few hours to kill, so councilor Liv took Mark, Ahnix and Roo on a tour of the castle while Vale went off with the others to prepare for the event.
As they slowly made their way around Vale's home, Mark found out Liv was part of the public relations arm of the empire and specifically responsible for citizen morale. They were shown the throne room, and to Mark's surprise there was massive throne made out of black, melted rock. It was one of the few chairs he had seen. It was big, even for the giant naga queen. He supposed she just curled up on the seat.
They stopped at the royal kitchens, and Mark saw a sea of red naga working on the meals for the day. They passed through a sprawling water garden under a glass roof, and it was like being in the jungle again.
“Liv,” Mark began, “I noticed some scale color coordination going on with roles in the naga society. I hope this isn't a delicate subject, but I was hoping you could tell me why I'm seeing a consistent pattern.”
“Sure, Mark. Black and white naga are born to govern, blue to defend, red to learn and create, and green handle the simpler tasks. It's not a delicate subject at all- just the way of things.”
It struck Mark as odd for someone as nice as Vale to come from such blatantly racist people.
Liv continued, “Of course, if a newborn blue has a high intelligence and charisma many more opportunities for leadership open up for them. Or if a green is born with an abnormally high strength and constitution level, they have the option to serve in the military.”
Mark's brain locked up for a brief moment as he was reminded that he was in a v
ideo game where people had knowable and quantifiable stats and skills. He was blind to his stats and wondered what life would be like living in a world where you knew, with absolute certainty, what you were good at doing. Mark felt Ahnix's warm hand on his back as they exited the indoor jungle, and he turned to look into her perfect, frowny face. She always seemed to know when he needed her reassuring presence. He shot her a half smile and turned back to their tour guide.
“Thanks, Liv. That makes perfect sense.”
They ended up underground at the Royal Vault a few hours later, meeting Senjin and Vale waiting outside. Mark noticed that Vale had let her long, luxurious, pure white hair down again as it fell over her shoulders. All of the giant naga were relatively tall compared to Mark, but the thick, iron doors of the Royal Vault easily dwarfed all of them. Liv waved goodbye and even bowed her head to Ahnix. Mark could feel his cat-girl purring internally at how she was being treated.
There were two guards wearing heavy, plate armor stationed to either side of the entrance. One of them moved aside at Senjin's command revealing a large, circular crank in the wall. Vale's old teacher grabbed onto the crank and employed his huge arms to move it in repetitive circles.
Mark stood back as the massive metal doors began to swing open, causing a deep rumbling within the stone chamber. Beyond the set of doors was a long hallway with iron bars to each side. It looked like rows of jail cells. Senjin led them down the hallway, and Mark saw piles and piles of treasure behind the iron bars.
Some chambers contained stacks of gold ingots, some had reinforced wooden chests, while yet others held paintings and other works of art. They continued walking further down the hallway, and Mark saw that at the end was another statue of a naga on a pedestal, encased in a glass box.
Mark, his battle harem and Senjin all surrounded the heroic looking statue of a female naga, their eyes drawn to its head. Resting on the statue's chiseled brow was a glinting ring of metal. In the center was a sharply cut purple gem that seemed to contain tiny pinpoints of glittering light within. Looking at the gem was like looking through a hole and seeing the night sky.